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Deserted | Hoshi

Kwon Soonyoung (Hoshi - Seventeen)

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~5.1k

Pairing: Hoshi x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Sci-Fi AU!, Reader-Insert, Smut, Some Plot, Hookup/One-Night-Stand/Strangers to Fucking

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Pet Names (Sweet Girl, Baby Girl, etc.), Swearing, Kissing, Oral (M! & F! Receiving), Deepthroating, Unprotected Sex (Use a condom!), Added some piercings for ~flair~

Author's Note: I had my best friend read this the other day and she said it was a little much for her, but still enjoyable and she was sure others would love it.

I am planning on doing something like this for each member, so stay tuned!

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"Oh, you have got to be kidding me." You groaned as your sand-rover grumbled in protest, slowing down before it halted. The engine not only shut off, but it let out a giant puff of black smoke. The smell of burning rubber stung your nose and you groaned louder, grabbing your bag off the passenger seat. Throwing the door open, you're glad that happened as the sun was setting and not when it was high in the sky. The desert, however, could be very cold at night. A gust of wind blasted against the door, almost slamming it shut on your legs. With a yelp, you swung out your arm to catch the door and sighed when it didn't keep going. Unwrapping the thin scarf around your neck, you rewrapped it around your head and face to protect you from the blowing sand. Slipping your goggles on over to cover your eyes, you winced when the leather cracked further. Getting another strap would be a pain in the ass. Grabbing the door, you let it slam closed and slung your bag over your shoulder. Walking around the vehicle, you noticed that is had been hit harder than you anticipated. Since your rover was just that, you had no gun mounted on it, so when the acid-spitting space worm shot out of the ground, you could only flee. The back tire had finally been eaten away enough to go flat and there was also a hole that led to the gas tank. Only a bit of the fuel dripped out and you knew there was no chance of getting the now wrecked rover anywhere. Climbing up on the other back wheel, you got the hatch in the back open so you could grab your bigger pack. Grunting, you swung it onto your back and cinched the straps tight. Turning back to the last outpost you had been at was a no go. There was a huge alien monster in the way. You weren’t sure where the next outpost was, so you pulled out your old, beaten up holo-tracker. When you turned it on, the holographic screen glitched, so you slammed the body of the device against your thigh a few times and then it evened out. Clicking the buttons, one of which kept getting stuck, you saw that the next outpost was miles away. Walking that far would be an absolute drag but at least it was going to be night.

"Freaking desert planets…" You grumbled as if you had ever lived on a different one. You grew up on Sierra-Victor-Tango, but after taking a trip to several other human worlds, you learned that your home was…well, a shithole. Everything was old and falling apart. In the cities, crime was rampant, and the smaller outposts and towns were poor. When you told your mother you were going out to scavenge through the desert, she was unsure. Not because she was worried for your safety, but she had no idea what you hoped to find. It was a sandy wasteland inhabited by weird space bugs and lizards. You had never known earth like your grandparents so when you learned Terra animals and bugs looked so different, you understood why your grandma was so skeeved out.

Looking back at the wrecked rover, you wondered if it could give you some credits for scrap, but the work to get all the way out to it was not worth it. Hiking up your pack again, you set off, holding the scarf to your mouth as a gust of wind blasted you. A little blinking cursor flashed on your holo-tracker indicating where you were as you walked toward the setting sun. Behind you and to the right, the two different moons rose higher and got clearer. Twinkling stars began to appear and the cold was starting to set in. In the distance, you saw a giant rock outcropping and you headed for it. It was off the packed-in road, so you couldn't go very fast in the shifting sand. When you reached the rock, you walked around to the other side, looking for a crack or something you could wedge into for shelter. What you were not expecting was some kind of shelter erected against the stone. It looked semi-permanent and constructed around some kind of indent in the giant rock.

Creeping closer, you saw someone sitting at a fire pit, their back to you. What startled you the most though, was a giant feline-like shape lying next to the fire as well. You had never seen one that big and it looked like a tiger from the books your grandmother brought from earth. Instead of orange with black stripes, it was black with white stripes and had long top fangs. The wind shifted; it was coming straight behind you instead of at you. The beast lifted its head, beginning to growl. At this, the person turned around and you saw it was a man. He had a scar across the bridge of his nose and his ears were heavily pierced. Another piercing accented his right brow, and he had a long narrow tattoo behind his ear and down his neck. You immediately shot your arms up in surrender and he motioned his tiger to lay down.

"Who are you?" He called and you dared not step closer.

"Uh…(Y/N), of Morgran Town." You had never seen someone like him before. He was incredibly attractive, and his poncho-like cloak hit right at his ribs, and he had nothing on under it. His muscles were toned, and his skin was smooth other than a scar near his hip. Tight leather pants clung to thick thighs and his big boots highlighted his long legs. Even his arms were well defined, a belt holding some sort of flask wrapped around his right bicep. His eyes were bright yellow, and you didn't know that happened naturally, his hair was white with black tips, reminiscent of his tiger.

"Morgran Town? You’re a long way from home." He replied, motioning with his hand for you to come closer. Finally, out of the shadow of the rock, he could see you in the double moonlight. You felt…tiny. He wasn't super big, not like some you've met, but he wasn't short either.

"Well, I'm a traveler, my rover broke down a few miles back." You finally let your arms down and instead moved to grip the straps of your pack.

"Headed to Korvo?"

"Yes."

"Don't."

"What? Why?"

"Two weeks ago, they got hit by slavers, it’s a ghost town." The man motioned you closer and toward a stump he had carved into a seat. Slowly, you walked the long way around, avoiding the cold gaze of the animal. You removed your pack, letting it thumb next to your seat, but you didn't take off your other bag; just in case you had to flee. Now that you were closer, you could tell that some kind of meat was being roasted on the fire.

"It won't taste too good because I can't really cook, but it will be cooked." He flashed a smile, and it took you off guard. He was…adorable.

"You'll share?" You looked at the roast, your mouth watering. You hadn't had fresh meat in months, only dried stuff. You wondered if he made the kill or his pet.

"Don't worry about Horanghae, he won't bite unless I let him." He waved at the animal, and you nodded, still feeling nervous in its gaze.

"I'm Hoshi." He held out his hand to shake and you shyly returned the gesture, and he sat back down at a long bench.

"You're a traveler? What do you do that for?"

"Oh, uh, I'm mostly looking for old wrecks of like shuttles and ships and stuff." You shrugged. It took forever to find things like that, but you gained a knack for it, and it got you a crap ton of money sometimes. While not official, you basically worked for the International Assembly as a freelancer, so you did jobs at your leisure.

"That must take a long time." He smiled and you shrugged.

"Sometimes. What about you?"

"I'm a Ranger." He held up a medallion hanging around his neck that had an upside-down triangle-like logo on it. You had heard of them before, there weren’t too many of them, it was hard to get accepted. They traveled the desert and worked as bounty hunters. That's all people really knew about them.

"So, if Korvo is a bust, where should I head next?"

"Hm. There's nowhere close really, not that you can get to easily by foot…I can't leave here for a few days, so you can stay with me till then. I'll give you a lift after." He jutted his thumb over to a hover bike that was resting next to his abode.

"Oh! Thank you. That's very generous." You let out a sigh of relief, you had begun to wonder what you were going to do. You were really bad at hunting and had only so much water in your canteen. He told you about his situation as you waited for the meat to be done. He had a well that was in the back of his tent, which was half in the rock. He had blown a giant cave into it with a grenade and set up his home. Horanghae would hunt for him, and he had a communication relay set up as well to talk with the rest of the Rangers.

"I only have one place to sleep though…" He finished off his explanation and you waved him off.

"I can sleep on the ground, not the first time I've had to."

"No way. What kind of person would I be if I let my guest sleep on the ground?" He shook his head. Thanking him, he declared the food done and hacked of a chunk for you. Hoshi speared the meat on a wooden skewer and handed it over. Eagerly eating the food, he watched in amusement at your ravenous behavior and then ate himself.

"Thanks. I can't begin to thank you; I would've been a goner." You shuddered at the thought. If you had arrived at Korvo and found it wasted, you might have had a breakdown.

"Don't worry about it!" He took the rest of the meat off the spit and gave it to the tiger. He led you inside his hut, even carrying your big pack in for you. It was nice and cozy inside, beautiful colored Afghans and rugs were laid out everywhere. The front room was like a living room and had a pile of pillows to sit at and even had a fairly nice holo-screen set up. There was a curtain against the left wall that he told you led to the bathroom. The next room was the bedroom essentially and he told you to go in and make yourself comfortable, he would sleep in the front room. Thanking him again you scurried into the back. That's where he had his communication equipment set up, and there was an actual bed in there! Under all the blankets and pelts, there was not just a sack of straw or even a crate; it was an actual mattress. You hadn't slept on one in almost a year. Taking your boots off, you jumped on and groaned at the comfort. Pulling the softest Afghan over you, you drifted off quickly and slept better than you had in a while.

A soft beeping stirred you from your sleep. Glancing at your watch, you saw it was almost sunrise and so you sat up, stretching with a groan. The beeping was coming from the monitor he had set up. Not wanting to invade his privacy, you got up to go into the other room and inform him. He was still asleep, having spread out across the floor and pillows. His tiger must have been outside. It would have been cute to see him sleep like that if it wasn’t for the fact his torso was now completely uncovered and only his lower half was covered by the blanket. Not just that, but his tight pants were thrown over a chair in the corner, and the blanket was tented in a very obvious way. The realization made you squeak in embarrassment, and you fled back into the other room. While you had not been with too many guys before, you knew for sure what he was hiding under there. The soft beeping continued from the monitor, and you wondered what you should do. If he had to go in there to check on it, he might not realize he had a…problem. Living alone probably allowed him some freedom, but you were here, and you weren't sure he would think of that.

Dashing from the back room into the bathroom, you realized how bad you had to go. Once that was done, you realized in shock that the plumbing was…actually plumping. Kind of. It was one of those high-tech situations that vaporized the waste into nothingness. The sink actually gave you water and it seemed so would the shower. As you were still in there, staring at your face in the mirror, you kept thinking of how to wake him. All of a sudden, the beeping got loud enough for you to hear in the other room and when you peaked your head out, you saw he was stirring. That solved that problem. Peering through the curtain, you watched him get up and your jaw dropped as the blanket fell. Luckily, he was at least wearing undergarments, but they were tight and hid very little. He was very nicely defined, his muscles weren't huge, but he still looked extremely good. His hair was messy, and you were enraptured watching him stretch. He trudged into the back room, scratching his chest and seemingly ignoring his morning problem. You heard a ding and he spoke to whoever was on the other line. His voice was rough from sleeping and you knew you were in danger. How is it that you managed to find such a gorgeous man out in the middle of the desert? Another voice responded to him, but you couldn't pick out any specific words and soon their conversation was over, and you jumped back into the bathroom and away from the curtain.

"(Y/N)? You in there?" He was standing right on the other side, and you swallowed before answering in the positive.

"I, uh, need in there, but…" You knew why he was hesitating and for some reason, some stupid little voice in the back of your conscience screamed loud enough for it to come out of your mouth.

"I can help you with that." You blurted and gaped at yourself in the mirror. He didn't say anything, and you kicked yourself. Why, why did you say that? Before you could say anything else, the curtain pulled back and you saw him behind you in the reflection of the mirror. His look was much different than the night before. His yellow eyes that shined with laughter had turned sharp. It made you shudder as you made eye contact with him indirectly through the mirror.

"I-I mean, I don't know how to thank you for helping me…So, I uh, can help with whatever." You were glad the mirror didn't go too low, otherwise you would definitely be staring. You could see him slowly look you up and down and you froze under his gaze. It was like what the tiger did to you last night, but ten times worse. You felt like a deer about to be eaten, and it turned you on to no end. Wandering around the desert for a living doesn't exactly afford many opportunities for romantic or sexual escapades. You figured the case was probably pretty true for him as well, if not more. Realizing in the night you had shed your shirt; you were just standing in the wrap-around you used as a bra and your leggings. Because of the heat of the desert and the tightness of said leggings, you usually went commando, and you wondered if you were wet enough for it to soak through the fabric.

As he stepped into the small space, he let the curtain fall behind him but didn't step completely through the entryway.

"Are you sure?" He stared you in the eye, once again through the mirror, you did not yet have the courage to turn around. While you wanted to say you were joking, that it was just an impulse to tease, you couldn't. Seeing him to begin with was enough, let alone in his current state.

"Are you sure?" You shot back. You thought yourself rather plain with no distinctive features. Your freckled skin from years of sun exposure was highlighted strangely by the tan line that formed around your goggles. You were covered in dirt too because of wandering out in the blowing sand. His poor bed was probably covered in sand too. Not easy to find somewhere with running water, let alone hot water, your hair was pulled back into a braid but was not exactly clean. You were glad body odor had been genetically eradicated decades ago. Plus, compared to him, you were painfully average.

When he didn't verbally respond, you grew even more nervous, but he stepped in further till he was standing a few steps behind you. He peered at the mirror from behind, and he was nearly a head taller than you. His stare was even more intense now and you shivered. Taking a deep breath, you finally worked up the courage to turn around, and he was immediately on you. His kiss was searing, and you immediately groaned. Nothing about it was gentle, it did truly feel like he was trying to eat you. He bit your bottom lip and you moaned, his tongue quickly flicking against your own. Something cold and round hit your teeth and you realized his tongue was pierced. Oh lord. Hoshi's hand had come to rest around your throat, under your jaw, but was in no way harsh or tight. This way, he could angle your head just right. Your neck protested some and so you propped up on your tip toes, tipping your head and allowing the kiss to deepen further. His second arm wrapped around you, almost encircling you while his hand gripped your ass. The hand on your jaw moved to the back of your head and you wrapped your smaller hands over his biceps. Pulling back for air, his fingers buried further in your hair and yanked your head back so he could kiss down the column of your throat. You moaned as you felt his teeth buried slightly into the flesh, then sucked hard, definitely leaving a mark. As he pressed you so close to him, you could feel his covered hard-on against your bare stomach. Your head swam as he sucked on your earlobe and his hand left your head to wrap around your back.

"Jump." He ordered and you followed, his mouth landing on yours again as he left the bathroom. The man easily carried you and brought you to the bedroom, "Put me down a sec." You told him. Hoshi raised his eyebrow in question but did so. You immediately sank to your knees, and he groaned before you even touched him.

"You sure?" He asked.

"If I go to do something, I'm sure." You told him, implying for him to stop asking. He nodded and you nervously but quickly reached for the waistband of his only item of clothing. Exhaling, you removed the garment and gaped as he stepped out of it. Swallowing a build-up of saliva, you no longer had to imagine. What shocked you the most however was the two metal spheres adorning the head of his cock. A full reverse prince albert. That was the hottest thing you had ever seen.

"Good?"

"Yes." You cleared your throat, wiggling your jaw a bit then reached for him, laving your tongue around the head, the metal imbedded there cold where his flesh was hot. He swore as you began to descend. Your jaw protested some, but in the best possible way. You saw his eyes widen in shock then narrow as he moaned, your nose reaching his pelvis. Swallowing around him, the piercing was an odd sensation, you pulled back as little as possible so you could still breathe. Once you found the proper depth, you pulled off him and gave him a look, spreading your legs more and placing your hands on the floor.

"(Y/N)?" He asked and you simply opened your mouth wide, tongue out.

"Fuck." He practically growled and he adjusted your jaw by the chin and then he slid in. Keeping your teeth covered was a little difficult with his girth, but you managed. You could focus on that while he did all the movement. He had noticed what you were doing and made sure not to go too deep but every so often so you could still breathe. Your gag reflex was pretty much gone at that point for several different reasons, but with his size (and the piercing) you let out a small gag every once and a while. Hoshi's hands dug into your hair as he used your mouth, very quiet but high-pitched moans flowing out. Feeling him twitch, you knew he was close, and he almost pulled out. While part of him wanted to see your face covered, he much preferred it when you grabbed the back of his thighs and buried him completely in your throat.

"Oh, fuck." He groaned, throwing his head back as he came. You moaned at the feeling yourself and the vibration rolled his eyes back. When he was done, you swallowed to make sure everything went down and he pulled out fully, still half-hard. Licking your lips sensually, he huffed and reached down to lift you up under your arms. You yelped at the east to which he does this, and he literally tossed you onto the bed. He grabbed the fastener of your breast band; as he roughly pulled it open and off, the motion flipped you over onto your stomach. He was manhandling you with such ease. Hoshi moved your braid out of the way and started to lay seething kisses along your spine and over your shoulders. His hand came under you and ran down your stomach till the tips of his fingers reached the waistband of your leggings. He pulled your waist up, his now fully hard cock wedged between the cleft of your ass. You were definitely leaking through the fabric. Placing a final kiss on your shoulder, his hand hooked into your bottoms, and he tugged hard. You flipped over once again and as Hoshi dragged the last of your clothes off, he also tugged you to the foot of the bed. Before you could get your bearings, his hands gripped your thighs, tight, and pressed your legs open. You knew you would have bruises there in the morning and his hot breath on your core made your hips seize.

"W-wait-!" You gasped as his tongue licked a hot stripe up to your clit. You had never had this done before, just never really cared to. It was something new for sure and it was almost too much. The slight cold of the ball piercing his tongue made you flinch. You could feel hip lips curl into a smirk against you at this and caught him looking up at you. The sight was overwhelming, and he sucked hard on your clit, you head slamming back into the bed.

"You taste amazing." He groaned against your skin. His hands moved from your thighs, and he wrapped his arms around your legs and buried in deeper. The hold he had on you prevented almost all movement and your upper body squirmed to compensate. Hoshi's tongue seemed like it shouldn't be as long as it was, nor as strong. The piercing was brushing right against your entrance and hit your clit over and over. He was like a man starved, dehydrated, and he was sucking your soul out.

"Ah!" You almost screamed when he came back to your clit and your orgasm hit you, hard. It was stronger than you had ever experienced and lasted much longer. He groaned against you, his continued tongue movements dragging it out. When it finally calmed down, he pulled away as the overstimulation began to sting. The man let you catch your breath and when you were able to open your eyes to look at him and he was drenched.

"Oh my god!" You gasped and he just laughed, wiping his mouth and sucking everything else off his hand and fingers.

"You ever squirted before?" He asked and you shook your head, mortified.

"It’s okay, pretty girl, that was sexy." His smile was too cute for what he just did to you.

"You need a minute?" He asked and you rested back again with a nod. Delicately, instead of what he was doing before, he picked you up and shifted you higher up the bed. His lips came back to yours, gentle at first and growing heated again. There was something about his kisses, they alone made your head swim. Was it him or his skill? The tongue piercing? Who knows? As he felt your body become less tense, his arms wrapped around you and tilted your hips up so he could grind against you. You were still somewhat sensitive so even just the slight friction was so good. Already knowing this from when he was straining your jaw, you knew that his cock was going to stretch you so good. The sting would be so worth it. It had been a long time since anyone filled you up and no one had ever as much as you knew Hoshi was going to.

"You ready, princess?" He finally let your tongue go and you could not form a thought to make words, so you nodded. He smirked and the head poked at your entrance. As he eased in, the sting was more intense than you thought it would be, but so, so good. The stretch wasn't the only thing that took your breath away. That gosh darn piercing perfectly hit your clit and rubbing against your walls as eased in. At least he was self-aware of his size because he went slow, but knew he wasn't hurting you. Your hard exhales were tinged with a moan, nearly imperceptible. He was big, you knew part of it was because you were quite small, but his cock was impressive on its own.

"So tight." He grunted, grinding into you and your clit throbbed.

"J-just give me a sec." You gripped his shoulders, breathing through the delicious stretch. It felt incredible despite the slight pain. After you sat for a bit, he shifted some and then moved slowly, hiking your leg up over his elbow and he went even deeper.

"Fuck!" You moaned, your head tossed back, and you almost came again right then.

"You okay?" He chuckled some, he could tell by how you clenched that it felt good, not that it hurt. That fucking piercing brushed right against your sweet spot. Hoshi had already ruined you for any other man, and he hadn't even moved.

"Ready?" he asked, massaging your hip. You nodded and the hand on your hip tightened its grip, and his arm hiked your leg up higher. He barely pulled out, maybe an inch, then his hips snapped, and you came.

"Ohgodohgodohgod." He grunted as your walls clenched him tight and he was growing smug at the pleasure he was wreaking on you. In truth though, he was trying really hard not to cum already himself. He knew he would have some time before he could again given he had already came, but it had been a while. However, every other time he had waited this long, he could go for many, many rounds. If he could, he would keep you in his bed and in his hold for the rest of the day. He wanted to make it so you couldn't walk by the time he could bring you to the outpost. Honestly, he wanted to make it, so you never wanted to leave. When your orgasm died down, he waited a bit longer, you laid limp in his arms.

"You're gonna have to do all the work now." You told him with a tired giggle, like he wasn't already doing that. He smirked, notched your other leg up over his arm, then proceeded to fold your legs up to your chest. He pressed your thighs down with his hands, forming more bruises and you prepared yourself. His next thrust was almost hard enough (it seemed) to dislodge a kidney. It knocked the wind out of you and your sensitive skin burned. You were in for a ride. His thrusts were not even as hard as they could be, you knew. Hoshi only pulled his cock halfway out before he was buried as deep as he could go. After every thrust, he would grind down into your clit, the metal ball inside rubbing your g-spot. Your moans were getting harder to contain, you almost wanted to scream. Drool pooled out of the sides of your mouth; your entire body was on fire.

"Don't hold back, baby girl, let me hear you." He grunted out, his thrusts slowing but no less deep. Finally getting permission to be loud, you whined, and he unfolded you and led you to wrap your legs around his waist. Up on his knees, he positioned you to rest your lower back on his thighs and he rolled his hips to snap his cock into you over and over. The new position let that stupid piece of metal scrape perfectly against your walls, the head of his dick probably bruising your cervix. You were ruined, no thoughts in your head. You were letting out slurring moans of his name and pleas for…you weren't even sure at this point. He had fucked you stupid.

"(Y/N), pretty girl, where can I cum?" His thrusts had gotten more erratic, he wasn't able to hold back anymore.

"I-inside." You moaned, able to form a complete thought.

"Yeah?"

"Please." You keened and this sent him over the edge. Getting as deep as he could, he swallowed your moan, sliding his tongue back in your mouth, painting your insides white. The hot sensation gave you another orgasm, not nearly as strong though, and it was a relief. As the spurts of cum stopped, he pulled away from your mouth and he chuckled at the fucked-out look you had.

"I'll let you rest, sweet, but then I'm going to fill you up again."

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jj-maybanks-daughter · 3 months ago

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baby

y/n and rafe had been married for 2 years and have been trying to have a baby for a year and 6 months. they had tried everything. rafe gave up drugs, she took fertility pills, tests, looking through family history, and even shots. y/n hates shots but she would do anything to bring a baby into the world. it all paid off eventually

warnings: throwing up, difficult birth, blood, stitches, hard pregnancy, some cursing, mention of wards death, lmk if i missed anything

y/n leaped out of bed, rafe slowly opening his eyes and following her to the bathroom. “you good, babe?” he asked peeking through the crack she left in the door.

“i think i’m gonna throw up.” she sighed lunging to the toilet and lifting up the seat. rafe pulled her face out of her hair.

y/n turned around and smiled at him.

“bro, why are you smiling. it’s fucking 7:32 am and you just threw up. i wouldn’t be smiling.” he said after dropping her hair.

“babe,” she paused, “do you know what this means?” he smile just got bigger and bigger. rafe sat to think for a minute

“wait…” he started to smile after he realized, “when was your last period?” he unlocked his phone to open the period tracker he got on his phone to keep track.

“i didn’t want to get your hopes up, but i think throwing up is a good sign.” y/n chuckled. her period was 4 days late, but they are never on time. morning sickness might have just confirmed the news.

“oh my god! oh my god!” he got up to pick her up and spun her around in his arms. “we need to go get a test!” he yelled, thrilled.

“babe, it’s so early.” she smiled

“oh right… as soon as the open. can i get you anything? water, snack?” he asked excitedly.

“all i want is to brush my teeth.” she laughed. she didn’t want to be to excited, in case she was getting her hopes up.

rafe hopped in his pickup truck to run to the pharmacy. he didn’t know how many tests to get, so he got three.

he checked out and got home as soon as he could.

“i’m home!” he said, barging into the door of the house on figure eight.

he handed her the tests and led her to the bathroom. he waited outside as she took them.

“babe.” she said as she opened the door, tests on the counter. “i really don’t want you to get your hopes up. it might not be anything. i don’t want you to be disappointed if it’s negative.” she said, looking down at her feet.

“i know, babe.” he said pulling her in for a hug and resting his head on hers. “i just need to feel confident. all i want is for you to be healthy.”

the timer went off a few minutes later. “rafey, im scared” she admitted.

“it’ll be alright either way, ok?” he reassured her. she was more worried for him to be upset with her. she knew he’s been wanting to be a dad for a long time, and this finally seemed like his chance.

“three two one” she counted down as the flipped the tests. “OH MY GOD! I CANT BELIEVE IT!” she yelled and cheered

“i’m gonna be a dad!” he picked her up and spun her around. “finally! it paid off, babe! i’m gonna call a doctor and we’re gonna get you an appointment. i’m so excited!”

a few weeks later was your appointment.

“i’m nervous, babe.” y/n admitted in the car ride there.

“it’ll be alright. i can’t wait to see baby’s heartbeat.” he put his hand on y/ns thigh as his eyes stayed on the road.

“there’s the heartbeat!” the doctor smiled as she pointed to the screen.

tears of joy ran down both y/n and rage’s faces as they admired the screen. “how much longer till the baby comes?” rafe jokes.

“due to the issues with getting pregnant, we are going to have you come in every other week to check on baby, ok?” the nurse smiled.

“we have to tell everyone!” rafe said, ecstatic as they got to the car. “they’re gonna be so happy. sarah is gonna be so excited.”

him and sarah had figured things out after the death of their father. they were really close, and rafe finally accepted the pogues.

“well we can tell them to meet up at the house, and we’ll tell them there!” y/n told him.

rafe called sarah to bring her and her friends over tonight.

“what’s up, rafe?” sarah asked, concerned as she walked in the house, he friends piling after her.

“y/n! they’re here!” rafe shouted upstairs. “it’s good, don’t worry.”

sarah let out a sigh of relief at the good news.

y/n hurried down the stairs, still careful not to fall, and rafe watched her, nervous. “slow down, babe. dont want you to fall.” he said, protectively.

“i wont” she giggled. she still grabbed onto the railing and rafe relaxed a little. “come, sit!” she led them to the living room to sit on the couch.

“what’s wrong?” kiara asked, raising an eyebrow.

the couple looked at each other and smiled. “your want to say it?” she whispered in his ear. he smiled in a really? way. she nodded and he looked backed over to the pogues.

“we’re pregnant!” he laughed.

“oh my god! really?!?” sarah yelled hopping up and hugging y/n

“yes!” she smiled, tears rolling down her eyes.

“when did you find out?” jj asked. jj was best friends with y/n when they were little. they’re still friends, but not as close.

“a few weeks ago. we wanted to make sure before we told anyone.” rafe answered.

“congrats, guys!” john b said, patting y/n on the back as she wiped her tears.

the cat was out of the bag. they didn’t need to worry about anyone finding out about the pregnancy if it didn’t work out. they had grown pretty close to their unborn baby.

rafe had set up the nursery, sarah and y/n went to buy the baby clothes, they had a gender reveal party, (it’s a girl!) they threw a baby shower, everything the baby needed.

y/ns belly had grown a lot, it was painful for her and not one day went without crying and throwing up, even after they were told it would get better. she had a meltdown over little stuff, but rafe didn’t let it bother him, considering she was carrying his baby and she couldn’t control the hormones that came with that.

“do you want anything to eat?” rafe asked.

tears welled in y/ns eyes. “what’s wrong, babe?” he asked

“i’m hungry b-but i don’t know what i want to eat.” she put her head in her hands.

“do you want a sandwich? i’ll go get you one.”

“i want something sweet.” she never liked sweet stuff, but rafe wasn’t going to argue with her about that.

“we have a watermelon. do you want me to cut it for you?” he asked. it took her a second to think, but then she nodded her head and looked at him. “i can do that. go head and put on something to watch.”

he cut the watermelon and y/n was relaxed for about 5 minutes before she heard a curse from the kitchen. “FUCKIN SON OF A BITCH”

“rafe?” she asked, sitting up and walking to the kitchen. she saw blood all over the kitchen, which made her nauseous. she ran to the bathroom to throw up while rafe had to deal with his bleeding finger.

he ran it underwater and tried to save the watermelon, but there was no use. there was blood everywhere, even if it was just his finger.

y/n came rushing back to the kitchen. “are you ok, babe?” she asked eagerly as she traced circles on his back while he washed his hand.

“i just cut my finger, it’s alright.”

“why did it bleed so much?” she asked looking at the kitchen.

“it was deep, but it shouldn’t need stitches.” he looked at the still bleeding finger, and showed it to y/n.

“uhhh- that’s pretty deep. can we just go to the hospital? it’s making me nervous, it shouldn’t be that deep.” she told him.

“i’m going to wrap it with this and then your gonna drive us and you will get stitches and we’ll get back.”

rafe wasn’t going to argue with her, although he really wanted to. he drove them to the hospital and got it stitched up.

they came back and cleaned the kitchen. they started making out. “do you want to?”rafe asked her. they were nervous to have sex while pregnant, but at this point,

both of them were basically helpless.

“yea” she gasped out as he led her to the bedroom. they still had a month until the baby would come. they went 7 months without having sex, they needed it with everything that happened the past few weeks.

“how do you want to do this? i don’t know what’s comfortable for you.” rafe asked as she sat on the bed and he watched her and tried to come up with a plan.

“idk just do what feels right and i’ll tell you if it hurts.” rafe layed down next to her and pulled down her shorts and panties and he pulled down his shorts and boxers, lifting his shirt over his head not long after.

“do you want this off?” rafe asked as he tugged on her shirt. she shook her head “no” she didn’t like how she felt with out her shirt on while pregnant.

rafe kissed all over the back of her neck and rubbed her back. he made his way down to her thighs and caressed them until she was wet enough. “your gonna tell me if it hurts?” he asked, leaning on his elbow to look at y/n in the face.”

“yes babe, i promise.”

he lined himself up and slowly pushed in his nine inch cock. she was still really tight, even though she was growing a baby not to far ahead.

he waited for her to nod until he started thrusting. both let out moans. it relieved a lot of pressure for y/n, making her super pleased with the performance. “ooh keep going” she moaned as he picked up speed.

“oh fuck,” she whispered under her breath as her eyes rolled behind her head.

“how’s that, babe? does it hurt or are you good?” he managed to say as he thrusted even faster.

“it’s good baby” she moaned out. “gonna come…” her legs started shaking and rafes thrusts got sloppier. he pulled out and finished with his hand. “thanks, babe” she said as she came down from her high.

“sure, babe.” rafe walked out and came back with a glass of water and a wet towel to clean y/n up. he helped her get dressed into comfy pajamas, and he changed into different boxers. “good night.” he kissed her forehead and her belly.

about three more weeks went by of pure craziness.

“babe, babe!” y/n whisper yelled as she hit rafes shoulder.

“what” he asked groggily. rafe was never a morning person.

“im having contractions, i need you to time them.”

“ughhhh im sleeping tho.”

she looked at him and hit him again. “just do it.”

he timed them on his phone. “they are just getting longer. should we go?” he asked showing her the phone. “there like four minute apart. i think we should go.” he brought her to the car, and packed their gas into the car.

“can i stop for a coffee?” rafe looked at her as he drove.

“what the hell rafe! i’m in labor!” she yelled at him as she threw up the what the hell hands.

he didn’t say anything and just drive past the dunkin. he called the hospital to get her a room.

they got there and got led up to her room. they settled her into the bed as rafe held her hand.

“i’m scared” she sobbed. “i don’t think i’m ready” rafe kissed her on the forehead.

“it’ll be alright, i promise.”

a blonde doctor came in with a clipboard “hello, mr and mrs cameron! i’m going to be delivering your baby today!” she spoke as she walked in farther.

she checked y/ns heart beat and blood pressure. “i need you to relax a little. your heartbeat is going up, and so is baby’s. it’ll be alright, nothing bad is going to happen” the doctor reassured in a nice voice

“i think im going to have to break the water, it’s going to speed up labor and help your cervix dilate a little more.” the doctor announced.

rafe held y/ns hand tighter, he could tell she was scared.

“so this, is going into your parts and i’m going to find the amniotic sac, and poke it with this, and it’ll break your water. it might be uncomfortable, but i’ll make it fast.”

the doctor stuck her two fingers and the tool in, as y/n whined at the pain. it popped and liquid spilled out, the nurses cleaned it up quickly.

“now i can monitor baby more closely.” the doctor said patting y/n on the leg.

her contractions grew more painful, rafe helped her through them. “can she get anything to help with the pain?” rafe asked the doctor, concerned for his wife, considering she has a super high pain tolerance.

“we can give her an epidural, but there’s a line of people waiting.” the doctor told him as she checked y/ns heart again.

“do you want to to that, babe?” he asked pushing the hair out of her face. she nodded eagerly. rafe knew it must be bad if she wanted a shot.

after an hour of painful contractions and waiting, she finally got the epidural.

“how are you feeling, baby?” rafe asked, looking you in the eyes.

“better” is all she could say.

“it’s time to push, are you ready?” y/n nodded. “ok, dad. i’m going to need you to hold her leg up.” rafe obliged and lifted her leg up, a nurse doing the same on the other side. “ok three, two, one push” the doctor told y/n.

she yelled in pain as she tried to deliver the baby. rafes heart broke at the sound of her in so much pain and he couldn’t do anything about it. he pushed the hair out of her face as she kept pushing and crying.

“i can’t do it” she yelled

“yes you can, y/n. it’s only a little more.” the doctor told her.

she continued to push with cry’s and screams.

“i see her head, i see her head!” the doctor yelled as y/n kept pushing.

“we’re almost there, babe!” rafe smiled to her.

y/n felt a tear that caused even more pain, but as soon as she heard the baby cry, it was worth it. “you did it babe!” rafe cried to her.

“dad, do you want to cut the umbilical cord?” the doctor handed him scissors to cut it. he smiled the whole time.

they placed the baby on y/ns chest as the doctor delivered the placenta and stitched her up. “how long is she going to cry?” rafe asked the doctor.

“she’s probably hungry, but most likely your supply hasn’t come in yet. you can feed her once it does, but that could be a while. just try to rock her and hold her, she’ll calm down.”

y/n scooted over so rafe could squeeze in with her and the baby. “what are we gonna name her?” rafe asked smiling down at the baby.

“ do you like blake?” y/n asked.

“perfect. blake cameron. can i pick the middle name?” rafe asked.

“yes”

“blake isabel cameron.”

“i love it.”

sarah and the pogues came to the hospital to meet the baby.

after a few days at the hospital, they could go home.

“this is your home, baby!” y/n whispered as she brought blake into the house.

she handed her over to rafe to carry her upstairs. “this is your room!” rafe sat down in the rocking chair with his baby, admiring the work he got done on the nursery. “this is perfect,” he said smiling at blake and his wife. “ all i have ever wanted is right here, thank you babe” he kissed y/n on the forehead and rocked baby blake isabel cameron to sleep.

#rafe outer banks #rafe obx #rafe cameron #dad!rafe #sarah cameron #rafe fanfiction #rafe fluff #rafe x reader #outer banks #outer banks fanfiction #the pogues #outerbanks rafe

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petite-phthora · 1 year ago

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Da da da... he’s dead

[DP x DC fic]

[Love at first... murder? - part 6]

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Part 1

Ao3

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In-chat nicknames:

OGnerd = Jason

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Miss Harleen Quinzel had been having a relaxing evening on the couch with Bud and Lou when she gets a message on her phone. Seeing it’s from Red Hood, who barely texts… well anyone, she quickly opens it.

All he sent her is an image. There’s no text accompanying it and Red Hood already went offline. Harley looks at the selfie Red Hood sent her.

It doesn’t seem like anything special until she sees the body on the floor next to him in the picture.

She freezes.

A big grin stretches across her face and she starts laughing. Not a giggle or a cackle, just a full-blown belly laughter full of happiness and relief and with tears gathering in her eyes.

From another room, her girlfriend’s voice sounds.

“Harls? Are you alright?”

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An announcement had just been made of the Joker having escaped Arkham once again. And just when Tim thought tonight couldn’t have gotten any worse, Jason sent a message in the groupchat.

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28 days without the Joker breaking out of Arkham

OGnerd: Due to personal reasons I won’t be patrolling Crime Alley tonight

OGnerd: Don’t follow me.

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And, Jason being Jason, immediately turned his phone off after sending the messages.

So of course, Tim immediately went to follow him. After updating the groupchat name…

Fortunately for Tim, and unfortunately for Jason, Jason has not been informed of Tim’s stalker tendencies yet. Jason knows he’s nosy, but is unaware of the actual following people around and spying on them aspect.

It was child’s play for Tim to follow the tracker in Jason’s helmet to see him visit… a flower shop?

Tim’s first thought is that he might be following a lead of some kind seeing as he’s in his Red Hood outfit and all. But that thought evaporates the moment Jason walks out of the flower shop with a bouquet of… are those sweet peas?

Slightly bewildered, Tim continues to stalk follow Jason from a safe distance as he steps onto his motorcycle and leaves the flower shop.

He follows him to an apartment complex, where he sees Jason proceed to knock on someone’s window, flowers in hand, rather than just breaking in.

Tim watches as someone opens the window and after a while gets led outside by Jason and eventually down onto the ground and to the motorcycle.

Perplexed at how gentle Jason seems to be with the random dude, Tim barely remembers to move after them when they leave again on the motorcycle.

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Tim could hear the yelled question from outside.

“THAT CLOWN I PUNCHED WAS THE JOKER?!”

That sentence leaves Tim with so many questions.

Not only has Jason’s friend— date? — interacted with the Joker. But he has also punched him, and all that without even knowing that it was, in fact, the Joker.

Watching as the guy put his head on the table in embarrassment, even making Jason concerned for the guy, Tim can only think that damn, Jason really knows how to pick them, huh.

Tim decides to leave them alone. It seems likely that Jason and his mystery boo had something to do with the Joker still not having made an appearance, but he’ll interrogate Jason about it later. He’d rather not be found out and killed for stalking Jason on his date, thank you very much.

While he’s moving further away from them, his coms crack to life with B’s voice.

“Everyone. Meeting at the clock tower in 10. Don’t be late.”

Tim swallows as he changes course to head to the clock tower.

Now, how to keep everyone off Jason’s back so he doesn’t commit familicide?...

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Once everyone minus Jason was at the clock tower, they got the debrief.

The Joker had escaped Arkham two days ago, and no one has heard anything from him since. Not only that, but they didn’t even know he was gone until a day later.

It was an all-hands-on-deck situation, even Dick came from Bludhaven to help out on the search.

After the debrief is done and they’re about to start the search, B suddenly speaks up again.

“Where’s Red Hood?”

His response is silence as no one speaks up, just awkwardly glancing around. Dick almost started whistling but got elbowed in the gut by Damian. Steph, does, start whistling quietly.

B wasn’t deterred, however. With a sigh, he talks into the coms.

“Oracle—”

“Already on it. I’m currently trying to trace the tracker in his helmet and remotely turn on the cam and audio footage.”

There’s a pause in her speech.

“It looks like there’s some strange interference. The cam footage is being corrupted, and so the is audio.”

B’s expression stays stoic as always.

“The tracker?”

“Glitching. It almost looks like it’s teleporting around the map. It won’t give me one specific location and even disappears entirely every few seconds.”

B lets out a grunt before Babs continues.

“Though it looks like the places the tracker appears are all quite close to each other, so I might be able to interpolate the coordinates of the teleporting tracker and determine a general area for his location.”

“You know,” Tim speaks up foolishly, “in my personal opinion, I don’t think it’s anything to worry about. We should probably just leave him alone for the night“

Tim sweats as he can feel B’s gaze on him as he replies to Oracle. “Keep us updated”

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They had split up and searched for two hours so far, stopping some minor crime on the way, but they hadn’t been able to find any clue as to where the Joker might be.

Oracle has managed to find the moment of his escape on the cameras, but after a while the files start to glitch and the rest of them are completely missing. Someone wiped the files.

They decided to regroup at the clock tower to discuss some more strategies.

“Oracle, report on Red Hood’s location.”

“I tried to get the general location of the tracker and I traced it all the way back to a restaurant, but I’m almost certain it just started moving. I’m currently tracing its path to try and extrapolate the new location.”

“Good. Keep us updated.”

Tim tries to speak up when Oracle starts talking again.

“Oracle here. I think the tracker is moving towards… the Gotham Observatory?”

“What the hell is Jason doing at the observatory?” Duke wonders.

Going on a date with a mysterious twink who’s definitely not a native Gothamite and seems to randomly punch clowns?

At first, Tim couldn’t believe Jason going on a date with someone seemingly so oblivious/naïve.

But when he puts it like that… yeah, ‘mysterious twink that punches the Joker without knowing it’ sounds like it would be Jason’s type…

“No real names.” Is B’s response, evoking some eye-rolls.

“Nightwing, go check on Red Hood at the observatory. Observation only, but step in if necessary. Report back”

B probably sent Nightwing cause he’s the least likely to get maimed by a pissed-off Red Hood.

Before Dick is able to take off, Tim nervously speaks up “You know guys, I think we should just leave him be for tonight and focus on finding the Joker”

The silence on the roof and across the coms speaks volumes.

B is the first one to speak up.

“Why are you covering for him?”

“I’m not covering for him!” is Tim’s immediate response.

He is, but if he revealed anything he has found out, Jason would murder him when (not if) he finds out.

B raises an eyebrow at him.

“Ohhh, Timbo’s been keeping secrets~— Ow!” Steph is heard saying, before being elbowed by Cass.

The others stay silent as they watch the exchange.

Damnit, why did Alfred have to teach B that eyebrow raise?

Tim caves.

“Alright, I am covering for him. But I can’t tell you what for. He’ll kill me”

Damian scoffs “Todd probably bribed Drake to keep his mouth shut. Don’t worry, I can make him talk”

Damian tries to step forward, katana raised, but gets held back by the scruff of his Robin costume by Dick.

“Richard, let me go!—”

“Nope, Little D. Let’s not commit fratricide today”

B doesn’t pay them any mind.

“Red Robin, if you have information on Red Hood and the Joker—“

“It has nothing to do with the Joker, I swear!” Tim tries. “Jason is just… having a relaxation day! He’s taking a uh, small break.”

Well, it probably has something to do with the Joker, but Tim has plausible deniability.

“So we shouldn’t bother him today, uh, at all. He really needs this, uh, self-care day. I mean have you seen the amount of grey hairs he’s been getting from the stress lately?”

The sound of Damian’s struggling against Dick’s hold is the only thing he hears.

B is just silently glaring at him.

“He’s on a date!” Tim bursts out.

…

Fuck.

The only sounds that break the silence are the small ‘oompf’ from Damian as he is dropped by Dick and Dick’s excited squeak of “Little Wing is on a date?!”

Uh oh.

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Somewhere far away, in another realm, a manic cackle echoes across an expanse of green.

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Taglist (for now, I’ll probably stop if I cant keep up):

@i-always-say-yea @uraniumwizard @why-must-i-be-like-this @griffinthing

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eisforeidolon · 4 months ago

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Question: So now that the show's over and you've had some different haircuts, I was wondering if there's a favorite one you've had for your different characters or if you really just love the Sam and Dean haircut?

Jared: Uh, I still - I only think I've had one haircut in twenty years outside of [Jensen shaking his head no] work. [looks to Jensen]

Jensen: [away from mic] Oh, okay.

Jared: Outside of work I wouldn't cut my hair, I would just, like well, I dunno they might want it long, they might want it short. And then what was that season where I had, like, down to my waist, um.

Jensen: Your Fabio years?

Jared: Yeah, I don't miss that. Uh, I liked it short 'cause I was in Texas and it's *hot* there? But I haven't cut it since the show ended, so I dunno. Let's see how it goes. My mountain man era, my mountain era -

Jensen: Is back?

Jared: Is back! I'm in.

Jensen: [laughs]

Jared: What about you? What's your [?]?

Jensen: I miss the short hair. It's so much easier to deal with, and I - but my wife is very adamant about, uh, she likes it a little longer, so [audience cheers]. Great. So I've let it kinda grow out and it's here for a while and I dunno, we'll see where it goes. This little [gestures at shaved sides on current cut] whatever you call it -

Audience member: Mullet!

Jensen: Yeah, it's a mullet, I guess? Um -

Jared: Did I tell you the story about when Shep wanted to get a mullet?

Jensen: No.

Jared: Oh my God! I have nothing against mullets -

Jensen: Did he?

Jared: No, he wanted a mullet, but his best buddy in school - this would've been maybe two years ago. And they were coming around again, but they weren't well done like that [points at Jensen], they were like mullets you get at the corner and you're getting like gasoline and a milkshake and like [hick voice] we can give you a mullet, too, for two bucks! Um and so Gen is taking Shep because she's gonna get her hair cut and he wants to get a mullet. He's already in the car and I was like, no, he's not getting a mullet. And she goes, well, you gotta tell him. And I was like, alright. So I storm out to the car, like, Shep! He's like, yeah? I was like, you're not getting a mullet. He goes hah hah hah. You're not getting a mullet. And he goes, wh-why? And I go, because people who have mullets live in the woods and they eat poop. True story! [slaps Jensen's arm] And I got my phone and I went to YouTube and I showed a clip of Joe Dirt. [Jensen cracks up] Like, see?! So he did not end up getting a mullet. But I think he wanted like a full on -

Jensen: Yeah, he wanted like the white trash like full on, yeah. I - This happened [points to head] when I was doing Tracker earlier this year. And the person that was doing hair was actually, she did the last, I think, two seasons of Supernatural? [to Jared] Brit?

Jared: Yep!

Jensen: And so she was the hair assistant the last two seasons of Supernatural, so I was like, ahh, oh my gosh! And so that was really cool and so she looked after me while I was doing that episode. And at the end I was like, well, I don't have any work lined up after this and it's summer time. And she's like, you wanna just do something crazy? And I was like, whatever you wanna do. And so she kind of did this, and I was like, oh, I kinda like it, it's nice and [fiddles with hair] nice and straight at the sides. So I dunno, I dunno what it's gonna look like in a month from now, but - 'Cause I'm starting a new show and that's gonna be [?]. I have to figure out what that guy looks like, but I haven't yet so far. I do - you talked about that Shep story, it reminded me of when I was in high school, the undercut? The shaved kind of undercut was like, really popular? And me and my buddies all had it. And it wasn't like we all went to the same haircut person, we did it in the driveway over a trash can. Like you just lean over [demonstrates] and let all the hair and then your friend with clippers would just like Zzzzzzt. So we gave each other haircuts in high school. [to Jared] So at least he's not doing that. Yet. Yeah, so I dunno if that answers your question, but there's five minutes on our hair.

#j2 main panel #seacon 2024

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neteyamyawne · 2 years ago

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Hi, lovely! Would you be willing to write an angst Jake x Na'vi!Reader set during WOW? Maybe she's pregnant with their fifth and gets injured during the final battle?

🪷 — Nisoaia

୭ ˚. Pairing : JakeSully x fem!Navi!reader

୭ ˚. Summary : After moving to Awa'atlu, Quaritch still didn't leave the Sully's alone, hunting them down just when you are pregnant with your new babe.

୭ ˚. Warning : angst, burning , gunfire, pregnancy , being shot, blood, fluff end

୭ ˚. Word count : 2.6k not proof read

୭ ˚. Note : "word" - dialogue

୭ ˚. Glossary : [Y/i/n] - your ikran name, [Tawtute] - sky people/humans.

He was back, again, we left the forest for this and he still came back, the worst possible outcome were reeling through my mind, the tawtute burning other clans for information and lo'ak bonding with payakan on top of it makes me wanna bang my head against a wall, Jake got upset with him, everything has been a complete and utter mess right now, but Ronal took some tension off me letting me know that it was all fine as tonowari was really upset with lo'ak as well but he had forgiven him but just wants lo'ak to be careful next time, Ronal and me became good friends after a while, first we weren't as close but as her's and my pregnancy progressed we kept everything aside and started anew, she helped me through everything as did i helped her, we weren't so far apart in our pregnancies either, mostly spending our time with each other.

༻✦༺ 　༻✧༺　༻✦༺

My heart broke as i saw scene before me, Ronal hugged her now dead spirit sister and her babe that was killed with her, tonowari just floated beside her comforting her, i leaned onto Jake, tears escaping my own eyes and buried my head into his shoulder while he rubbed my thigh, Jake had tears of his own but held back, this was happening because of him, quatrich was after him and would go to any level to get to him, he took my hand in his own rubbing his thumb down my knuckles, he swam forward to take a look around the tulkun that's when he saw the tracker, blinking away…

Everyone gathered in the war tent, screaming and crying out for the loss of the spirit sister of their tsahik, i stood besides Jake, he was trying his best to make them understand that going to war won't do them any good and could be catastrophic but they weren't in the state of mind to understand as Ronal came forward "you live with us and still do not understand our way!" I walked in front of Jake stopping her from doing anything, he looked around at the enraged people and said the next best thing he could think of "listen to me! You want the tulkuns safe? Then go tell them that if they see this shot at them then let me know, i will come and deactivate it" everyone looked at eachother, hesitation evident in the air and i spoke "go, tell them, tell them to be safe" all of them nodded giving one look at their leaders before sprinting towards the sea to inform their spirit brothers and sisters, i sigh, Jake came down from the elevated rock standing besides me as he slipped his arm across my waist, tonowari and Ronal still stood in front of us, we gave them our condolence and apology and walked out.

I sat near the fire watching it crackle and pop every now and then, Jake sat next to me his hands brushing up and down my back when lo'ak's voice cracked into my ear piece and i looked at my mate with wide eyes and i heard lo'ak say "dad, a tulkun is marked, we are near the three brothers rock, trying to take out the tracker" worry filled me as i spoke "who are with you?", "Everyone, even tsireya and ao'nung" with that we bolted towards ronal's and tonowari's mauri "get out of there, stay back! We are coming" i say as we burst through their mauri opening and Jake started "quick the kids are in danger, your kids are there as well, c'mon we have to go" they both go to work and i turned around and ran with Jake to our mauri to pick up our weapons, picking up my bow and arrows i send a prayer for protection to eywa but Jake stopped me putting a hand on my swollen stomach "you should stay ba-" before he could finish i said "my kids are in danger jake, i won't sit back!" He just nodded knowing full well there was no debating this, we walked out and i call for my ikran and Jake climbed on his tsurak.

Flying above the metkayina soldiers, i looked at the demon ship as they held lo'ak , tuk and tsireya hostage near the railing, my blood boiled all i wanted was to kill that demon again, i killed him once i can kill him again, i was about to dive down when a voice rang, that cold dreadful voice which i never wanted to hear ever again " if you want your son alive then come here, Alone, Jake sully, I'm sure you wouldnt want that to happen would'ya?" His chuckle made me nauseous, he had a gun pointed to lo'ak's head and another one of the demons had gun pointed towards tsireya as well, i saw Jake hesitate to lower his gun but did it anyways and slowly floated forward, he's gonna give himself up, without wasting another minute i flied forward silently hovering above the ship, seeing my chance to swoop in, i didn't have to wait fo too long as payakan burst out slamming onto the ship tilting it down and taking my chance i dived down shooting down any remaining soldiers with my arrows, i saw some machines break the water surface and i immediately turned around and tried to shoot them, some demons inside the ships were killed but some escaped beneath the water, dropping onto one of the decks on the other side of the ship, disconnecting the bond, i slowly walked inside, tip toeing my way in, two soldiers ran inn and i shot one of them down the other looked around bewildered shooting his gun blindly but not long enough before he was dead too…

On the opposite side neteyam got up on the deck cutting through the cuffs as he freed tsireya and tuk finally getting to lo'ak, he chuckled bending down ruffling his brothers hair "who's my mighty warrior?" Lo'ak just rolled his eyes, his brother pulled him towards the edge so they can dive inn but lo'ak stopped turning around "we have to save spider!" Neteyam hesitated but caved inn following behind him, taking spider from the lab, silently they walked towards to moon pool, dropping down and immediately attacking the nearest humans they ran towards the pool but fell back as gunfire rang, lo'ak took down one of the soldiers picking his gun pointing in different directions, neteyam just rolled his eyes taking the gun from him scoffing, lo'ak groaned but stayed behind neteyam as he shot the men in front of him "GO! go! Now!" He yelled at them, lo'ak and spider dived in the pool leaving neteyam behind, the bullets ran out from his gun without thinking he ran forward and fell into the pool…

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I ran forward diving inn as those demons shoot me from the ship, i felt a pain zap through my right shoulder, swimming away the best i could i broke the water surface taking inn deep breaths, looking around as i saw y/i/n, calling out to him/her and mounting with much difficulty i took flight.

Getting down onto were most of my family stood, a body was lying on it, my heart stopped and i forgot my pain in that moment as i stumbled from my ikran, my eyes only trying to focus on that body as i fell to the ground beside it, neteyam Lying there unmoving, the world stopped as a blood curdling scream left my throat, the pain was taking over me as i pulled him to me, but my limbs fail me and i fell on my back, black spots appearing in my vision.

Jake held me and put pressure on my wound as blood poured out of my shoulder, the bullet was still embedded inside and it felt like my shoulder was on fire, he flipped me over checking my back "it's okay, it's okay, stay with me, don't close your eyes baby, look at me" everything was getting blurry as i fought to keep my eyes open, focusing on Jake i felt someone take my hand "mom please don't close your eyes" lo'ak gasped out, there was movement a lot of movement, i felt my body being picked up, the strain against my shoulder too great as i screamed, trying to muffle myself but failing miserably, i don't know what was going on but i kept my eyes open, i felt someone speak the voice was familiar maybe it was Ronal? How much time has passed? but my brain didn't decipher it for me but the person that voice came from digged a finger into the bullet hole nimbly removing the bullet while i screamed, something wet and sticky was applied to it as it stung the entirety time, i gasped for air, i already had a gash running down my chest due to those demons on the ship and i fell unconscious, i fluttered my eyes open my, eyesight somewhat clear as i shot up, looking around Jake sat besides me pulling me into a hug, he puts both his hands on my cheeks as he says "you have to stay strong, look at me, breath! Breath! Strong heart" patting my chest, my thoughts were only on neteyam, i looked at him but he wasn't there, i looked at Jake confused he was there before what was happening? My heart was being crushed second by second and Jake just shook his head, i didn't want to believe it but i gathered whatever strength that was left in me as i looked at the dying sunset, i felt the bandages on my shoulder and torso shift and sting but didn't care, all i could see right now is red, blood red, blood of only one person..

I jumped down my ikran, gently rolling down shooting down any soldiers in sight, hitting and ripping anyone in sight i made my way forward,it was a while before i got to the other side of the port deck that connected to the moon pool were that bastard kept my girls locked, my vision becoming red by second as i waited for my chance to pounce, i saw spider crawling from another side, he Haven't noticed me yet and i knew what i had to do as i waited for the opportunity, Jake stood there tuk was near the ship with tsireya, while quaritch held a knife to kiri's throat and i did not hesitate to jump out of my hiding place, grabbing spider in one swipe as i brought my own knife to his throat and looked at the father of the boy i was holding "a son for a son" and hissed at him, he just chuckled dryly "he's nothing to me, he's not my son" and i tilted my head, bringing the knife in my hand even closer to his neck drawing blood now, kiri screamed but was silenced as quaritch tugged at her braid, i knew what i had to do "is that so?" I said bringing my knife up with a yell as I brought it down just inches away from spider's chest. He yelled to stop, a smirk forming on my face as he lets kiri go "let him go now!" I did as he said, not turning my back on him. I backed out towards kiri , tuk, i turned around for Jake but i saw him talking with that demon "ma' Jake!" But he didn't turn back and the only thing i heard him say was "let's get this done" as he dived for quaritch and fought tooth and nail, pivoting i ushered kiri and tuk sending a prayer to eywa for Jake, we got to a shallow part of the ship, i put tuk in front of me but before i can see her foot slip and i caught her but her hand slipped from mine due to the force of water, i got in with her, as we both fell in a cabin like square i hissed pressing myself into the wall putting my hands on the bump of my stomach, this was taking a toll on me but i got back on my feet as i called for tuk, i heard her voice calling back treading forward i saw her smaller figure swimming to me, holding her in my arms i kissed her head and told her to go forward, tumbling through doors and rooms we were now trapped in this tunnel like area with no exit, i sigh taking deep breath to calm myself and pulling tuk closer to me, she buried her head in my neck with a muffled "mom I'm scared" my heart broke but i was scared too for her, for Jake, for myself, rubbing her back i said "shh it's gonna be okay, we're gonna be fine! Okay? Just calm down and breathe slowly, with me, sweetheart" i tried my best but the water was filling in, pulling tuk as much as i can towards me, i chanted a prayer to eywa, we stood there for a while, the space to breath was getting smaller and smaller just when i lost all hope to get out a shimmering light flooded the now dark way, i saw small luminous fishes swam towards us and saw kiri's head pop in, swimming towards us i gave her the biggest hug i could muster, giving me the creature that helped to breath underwater we all swam towards the exit, finally coming out of the ship floating upward and breaking the water, i looked around everywhere until i saw payakan with Jake and lo'ak on his fin, i couldn't help as i called out "Ma' Jake! Ma' Jake" his eyes turned towards us, pulling me into him as I hugged him tightly. We all hugged each other finally everything was over…..or was it?

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I sat beside neteyam his breathing even, he was shot in his arm but due to blood loss he went unconscious, when i arrived at the rock i passed out thinking he died, everyone in that moment thought he died as well when tsireya took him back to the healing mauri while Ronal came around to patch me up, i had lost a significant amount of blood as well but adrenaline kept me awake for so long, the moment we touched the beach i fell into Jake's arms and was brought to the healers tent, now everyone was fine, neteyam was fine, my family was fine, i sigh as i brush the stray hairs from 'teyam's face to the sides, i opted to stay by his side as Jake went to talk to Ronal and tonowari about our departure so we won't be threat to them anymore, i was startled when i felt a presence next to me, Jake chuckled leaning in and kissing my cheek his arm automatically wrapping around my back and stomach, i leaned onto his chest looking up at him i asked "what did they say? When are we moving?" He just smiled shaking his head " we aren't going anywhere, they have decided to give us the permission to live here as long as we want" my eyes widened but felt happy they have finally accepted us, sighing i just nodding, he kissed my forehead once more, Happiness is simple it's in small things that you think won't mean much, but those moments are the ones that get you through life…..

A/n : i didn't want to kill neteyam but i had to make it seem as if he died 😂 sorry for that, he is safe and sound until quaritch decides he needs to come back 😂 i think the requests are over so if anyone wants to request please do 💚

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oohnotvery · 6 months ago

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Edges of the Night (Chapter 14)

I have the flu, plz be gentle with me. I wrote this chapter before I left for my trip, but it needed some important edits that I just couldn't manage over the past few days with being so sick. Chapter 15 is already written, but also needs more editing. And weirdly, I've also written the very last chapter, because I just can't wait to show it to you all. All this to say--hopefully updates will come a lot faster from here on out. Thank you for waiting for this chapter so long.

Back in the living room, Mulder recounts how Alan saved his life.

“So, as Scully figured out,” Mulder says, “I was the one with a tracker in my neck. We removed it in Montana, but even though we fled the cabin, they were still able to hunt us down.”

“Do we know how they found us?” Scully asks. “Because we were in a very remote area.”

Mulder shakes his head. “Shit luck? They had a whole host of helicopters, dogs, police, military, you name it, out there looking for us.”

She purses her lips, thinking hard. “Who, exactly, are ‘they’?”

“Good question,” Skinner interrupts, clasping his hands together. “We don’t exactly know, except that it seems to go all the way to the top.”

“Of?”

“The Bureau,” he answers. “It wasn’t just Mulder they were targeting with threats. I received a great deal of . . . compulsion . . . from the top down, but never a direct disclosure of who was ordering the operations.”

“So, after all this, all we really know is that someone very important was very threatened by the X-Files,” she murmurs.

Skinner shifts uncomfortably. “And then we all became pawns,” he says, and Alan nods in agreement. “With you in so much danger, Scully, there really wasn’t much we could do but comply without question.”

She nods. “Were you notified when they apprehended us in Montana?” she asks Skinner.

He nods. “I was informed Mulder was being transported back to D.C., and I immediately alerted Alan, since I was wanted with you.”

Across the distance, Mulder and Alan make eye contact and Scully wonders what they’re thinking. Certainly, there’s some level of trust between the two of them, maybe even respect. Hell, Alan saved Mulder’s life. Mulder must feel some level of affection towards the man.

“What happened next?” she prompts.

“You tell her,” Mulder says with an encouraging nod towards Alan.

Alan rakes a hand through his hair. “I worked with these three,” he says with a nod towards the Gunmen, “to shut down all the security footage at the Hoover.”

“That was a close one,” Langly interjects excitedly. “We had to do it on the fly because we were racing to get to you, Scully.”

Alan continues. “Once I was inside the building, I had to estimate where Mulder would be positioned. I think it’s safe to say I got there just in time.”

“And then you did what? Took down the cameraman?” she asks skeptically.

He shrugs like it was easy. “Except from my flight in from California, I didn’t have much time to prepare what I was going to do. I didn’t know what I’d find inside the Hoover, except that Mulder was being held there.” He glances at Mulder. “So when I saw him holding a gun to his head, the first thing I could think to do was make a distraction. So I tackled the cameraman.”

“But I heard a gunshot,” she says softly.

Mulder nods. “There was a security guard on duty. The guy was scared shitless, had no idea what was happening or what he was doing. He aimed at all of us. Missed, thankfully.”

She blinks in disbelief. “And did you know about this plan?” she asks Mulder, a little too aggressively. “Did you know this was going to happen? When you—when you were on camera with me, did you know there was a chance you weren’t going to die?” Her voice cracks and she bites the inside of her cheek, trying to stifle the emotions bubbling up.

She’s confused by her anger and outrage. Mulder is here; Mulder’s alive. So why does she feel like she’s about to explode?

Mulder shakes his head. “No, Scully, I didn’t know. I didn’t even know it was Alan until we were halfway out of town. He was covered head-to-toe in black, driving an unmarked getaway car.”

“That was us too,” Langly exclaims.

Mulder grins carelessly. “Talk about the surprise of the year.”

Alan huffs a compatible laugh, but Scully feels dizzy. She wishes she could put a stop to this confusing, easy camaraderie between Alan and Mulder. She wishes she didn’t have to debrief this in front of everyone. She wishes she could sit down and cry happy tears at Mulder’s escape without the judgment of her fiancé beside her. She wishes Skinner had warned her about Alan’s involvement in the rescue.

She turns on him. “But you knew?” she asks, glaring at Skinner. “This whole time we’ve been stuck in this house, you knew there was a good chance Alan saved Mulder’s life? And you didn’t bother telling me? You thought I should be the only one without a clue what was going on?” Rage and relief are causing her hands to shake and she anchors her hands to her thighs. “Am I always going to be left out of the loop? Out of some effort to protect me and my feelings—?”

Skinner raises his hands defensively. “Scully, Scully, you’re right. I did know about the plan. The Gunmen did too. But I didn’t know whether it had been successful. None of us did. We just had to wait it out and see—and we didn’t want to get your hopes up.”

“I’m an adult,” she spits childishly. “I can handle these things. I can handle being told someone was holding my life over Mulder’s head in exchange for the X-Files. I can handle knowing that I’m the pawn in this game over my partner’s life. I can handle knowing my—my fiancé wasn’t really who he told me he was—”

“Hey,” Alan warns darkly, and she shoots him a warning look.

Chest heaving, she turns her eyes on each of the men in the room. “You should have told me Alan was sent to rescue Mulder. You should have told me.”

Hot, angry, embarrassing tears spill down her cheeks and Alan reaches for her but she shoves him off. The room turns silent with awkwardness and even though she feels Mulder watching her, she doesn’t lift her eyes to him. She doesn’t know what she’ll find in his gaze, and it scares her. Is she being unreasonable? Immature? Overly emotional? Foolish? She should just be happy Mulder’s not dead, but Alan’s presence is looming over her like a black cloud and goddammit, if she could just have some time alone to process this information—

Alan reaches for her again and begrudgingly, she lets him rub her shoulder.

“You’re right,” he murmurs quietly. “We should have involved you from the very beginning. You should’ve always had the choice.” He slips an arm around her shoulders, insulating them from the rest of the room. “But Dana, I am the man you thought I was,” he whispers. “None of our love was a lie. I tried so hard not to fall in love with you because I was doing my job out there trying to keep you safe, but even my most Herculean efforts failed. I am a wreck for you. You’re all I could ever want in this life, and I hope with time, you start to see me again for the man you loved back in California.” His eyes shine with hope. “Because you did love me,” he reminds her with a finger to her cheek. “And we were so happy.”

She shakes him off. It’s too soon for this conversation. There’s too much left to untangle. “When we were in hiding, we saw you on T.V., doing an interview,” she says shakily. “It sounded like you were spouting out some kind of canned commentary. You said you thought Mulder was my kidnapper.”

Alan glances at Skinner. “I did what I was told.”

Skinner nods tightly. “I told him to say those things in order to protect him. I didn’t want anyone going to Alan sniffing around, wondering about his involvement with Agent Mulder. I didn’t want there to be any ties back to Mulder. Once Mulder became the official suspect, I had Alan repeat all that nonsense to the media.”

“No one knows anything about my involvement,” Alan assures her. “We can go back to California, Dana. Live our normal lives. We can be safe now.”

Scully nods blankly, half-absorbing this information and half-disregarding it. Another, much more pressing question, has risen to her mind. Ignoring Alan, her eyes lift to Mulder’s. He’s staring at her like he already knows what she’s going to ask.

“If I understand correctly,” she starts slowly, “Alan, Skinner, the Gunmen, and I are free to return to our normal lives. The FBI’s official position is that Mulder is dead, but internally, they know they don’t have a body. They haven’t accomplished their mission. We may be safe, but he isn’t.” Mulder’s entire body tenses expectantly. “So . . . what happens to you, Mulder?”

Skinner and Mulder exchange a knowing look. Her eyes pinball between them both uneasily.

“What is it?” she asks knowingly.

Mulder rubs his hands roughly across his cheeks and hangs his head in his hands. Skinner watches him for a long minute and then turns to face her.

“Dana,” he says gently, like she’s a child, “it’s obvious that Mulder can’t go back to D.C. or back to the FBI. That’s not even a question.”

“So?” she prods.

Mulder still won’t look at her and it’s bothering her badly.

Skinner hesitates. “He’s going to have to stay hidden. On the run.”

“On the run,” she repeats slowly. “For how long?”

“Years, possibly. Maybe—maybe forever. Depends on—on a lot of factors.”

She feels like she’s been punched in the gut. She scrabbles for air. “You mean that Mulder is going to have to run for the rest of his life? How—how is he going to do that? He’s just going to jump around from place to place, no friends, no family, no work?”

That’s not a life, she hears Mulder saying to her, just days ago in the car. Here in the living room, his head shifts slightly and she catches his eyes, hidden behind his hands. She wonders if he’s remembering that same conversation.

Skinner nods regrettably. “It’s—it’s certainly not ideal. But it’s the only option we have if he’s going to stay alive. And,” he adds with a glance at Mulder, “it’s what will ensure your safety going forward.”

“My safety?” she sputters. “I—I don’t care about my safety—”

“You have to.” Mulder stands abruptly, towering over them all. “Your safety is the only thing that has ever mattered. It’s why we all went to this trouble. It’s why we all did what we did. It’s why I—” He shakes his head, cutting himself off.

The room falls quiet as everyone absorbs the information, and Scully realizes Alan has placed a hand on her back. She catches Mulder staring at them and flushes.

He clears his throat. “Scully, I know you have a lot of questions for Alan,” he says. “And I know this is a lot to process. Boys, let’s give them some space.”

Scully swallows and her heart starts pounding. Suddenly, she really doesn’t want to be left alone with Alan. What she wants more than anything is time with Mulder. Time to talk through what just happened, time to assess where they go from here, time to celebrate the fact that they both lived . . .

But he exits the room so quickly she doesn’t even have a chance to speak.

Alan turns to her once the room clears. “I’m so sorry, Dana, that I wasn’t honest with you about my role in your life,” he says quietly. “I know it must feel . . . unnerving. You’re probably wondering whether any of it was real. Whether you can trust me.”

She bites her lip, remembering how important that question felt when she and Mulder were on the run. It doesn’t seem so pressing anymore.

“I—I trust you,” she says honestly. This man was sent to protect her in California. This man saved Mulder’s life. Even if he didn’t tell her the full truth about his role in her life, he is still trustworthy. She knows that to her core.

“I know it’ll take time to adjust,” Alan continues evenly. His warm hand envelops hers and he squeezes gently. His eyes turn soft. “Dana, we don’t have to make any big decisions now.” His fingertip once again traces her empty ring finger. “Let’s just—let’s get back to California and we can take things one day at a time. Yeah?”

She swallows hard, nodding tightly.

One day at a time.

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arealphrooblem · 2 years ago

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Kidnapped by the Boss Part 2

synopsis: Civilian is a secretary to the Prime Minster. But when the political summit between the city states goes awry, she finds herself kidnapped by the very boss she tried to protect and nothing is what it seems.

CW: gun mention, threats on Civilian's life, blood mention

Part One Here

The driver had seen too many action movies, Civilian decided. That’s why he sped like a maniac down the streets, swerving between cars, skidding down right turns at the last second like he was in a spy movie. One such sudden turn flung Civilian hard enough into the side door that she cracked her head against the glass window. Pain exploded against her head, and nausea in her gut. For a moment she could hear only the ringing in her ears.

Then she felt hands clenching at her dress, at her waist, dragging her across the seat until she sprawled into the Prime Minister’s lap. His arms wrapped tightly around her, their chests pressed close enough he must have felt her raging heart against his own. He buckled the seat belt over both of them, the click of it like a key in a lock.

Dazed by pain and shock, she did not fight him. Her face pressed against the crook of his neck, the warmth of his skin, the intoxicating smell of his cologne filling her nose. She focused on the warm, woody notes of it as he barked something harshly to the driver in that foreign language.

“I can’t shake the tail!” The driver snapped back. “The fuck do you want me to do?”

She felt the sharp inhale from the prime minister against her chest, before a muttered curse. Fingers dug out her ear-piece; it was unceremoniously tossed out the window.

“There was a tracker in her ear-piece,” he said. “I took care of it. Now get us to the plane — in one piece preferably.”

Civilian’s stomach dropped at the sound of the plane. But what could she do — fling herself out of a car moving at 80 miles an hour?

In front of her the driver let out an impressive swirl of curse words from both their languages. “You should have fucking shot her in the parking garage.”

The Prime Minister responded in the other language, tone gently rebuking, almost sounding like the person she had thought he was. Whatever he said, gentle tone aside, was enough to shut the driver up for the rest of the ride.

Face pressed into his neck, his hand cradling the back of her head (a seemingly comforting gesture used to keep her blind), Civilian couldn’t see their journey or destination. She ran through all the airports around the city they knew of — both public and private. But if they suspected the Prime Minister of getting kidnapped or running away, wouldn’t the airports be the first place they look?

Maybe then, if Civilian could run, she could find some help. Or at least blend in with the crowd if they could get off the runway and into the airport itself. It sounded like an insane plan at best, but she knew if she set foot on that plane, no one would ever see her again.

For the rest of the car ride she counted her breaths. In for four counts, hold for four counts, out for four counts. The same trick she had taught the Prime Minister for his first major televised speech. Her nerves felt like one stray thought away from completely shattering and she could not afford to shatter.

The smell of the Prime Minister's ungodly expensive cologne both distracted her and grounded it. It was a scent that she had associated with the fond glow in her chest when she heard his voice. Despite everything she thought she knew about him laying crushed at her proverbial feet, the smell still comforted her.

How many times had she daydreamed some wildly unrealistic event that would lead to this near exact position? How many times had she imagined rolling her ankle in heels and limping until he swept her up and carried her so she could press her nose in this exact place on his shoulder, feel his arms around just like this?

How twisted that she got her wish in the worst way possible.

The car stopped so abruptly the seat belt tightened like a vice against them. Before the key could slide from the ignition, the Prime Minister unbuckled them and flung the door open.

“Come,” he said against her ear. “Fast and quiet, darling.”

Even in such dire circumstances, Civilian could not stop the hard swallow from imagining a different context for those words.

He nudged her ahead of him out the car door. The second her feet hit the ground, she ran. Even before she took notice of her surroundings, she ran. She saw the plane looming before her and took off in the opposite direction.

Nothing but a wide open field stretched before her. Night was rapidly descending. Logically, running away in a strange place in the dark was the kind of decision the head of security would rake her over the coals for. But panic had well and truly set in. She couldn’t do nothing and she couldn’t set foot on the plane.

So she ran.

Scraped footsteps followed behind her. The sound of it kick-started a rush of energy like nothing she felt before, the kind a prey animal feels at the sound of the hunter. She ran faster than she ever did on her high school track team.

But it wasn’t fast enough. In seconds, arms grabbed her roughly from behind and yanked her to a hard, unforgiving chest. They both stumbled backward for a second, but the person behind her recovered first. Before she could lunge from their grip, the cold steel of a knife rested against her throat.

“If you were as smart as he always bragged about, you would stand very still right now,” came the voice of the driver against her hair.

And just as movement had exploded from her before, stillness locked her limbs up just as suddenly.

The Prime Minister walked briskly towards them, until he stopped just a few inches shy of her, his polished loafers nearly brushing up against her filthy toes.

“As admirable as your spirit is, we do not have time for it,” he says, eyes dark and somber. “So allow me to make something very clear to you: you are alive and breathing right now because I allow it. That could change at any moment, with just a snap of my fingers. So if you value your life as much as I do, you will cooperate. Do you understand?”

In two years of close quarters, Civilian had seen him giddy, anxious, hangry, pouty, serene, and frustrated. Before today she had never seen him so commanding, cruel, or dangerous. It felt like witnessing a demonic possession, seeing this side of him. It couldn’t be real. It couldn’t be him.

“Civilian — do not make me ask again.”

She nodded, slowly, because what else could she do? His gaze softened, his hand reached up and brushed his thumb across her lower lip. The salt of his skin stung the cut on her lip as he wiped the blood away.

“Good girl. Now walk onto that plane and give us no further trouble.”

The private jet was by far swankier than any the Prime Minister had taken before. Lush carpet hugged her aching feet as he led her towards one of the wide, squashy leather armchairs with a firm hand on the small of her back. A wide screen television sat before her, mounted on a divider wall, a glimpse of a large bed peeking out on the other side.

The driver headed straight into the cockpit, exchanging foreign words with the pilot. The Prime Minister bent down and opened a small fridge off to the side.

“Water?” he offered. “Or perhaps something stronger?”

As tempting as the offer was, Civilian shook her head. The pit in her stomach had eased somewhat, but the pain in her head and now her feet had not lessened. She would probably puke whatever she ingested.

“Perhaps later, then.”

He took a bottle of water out and set it on the small wooden table next to her chair. His eyes darted over her face, taking in her undoubtedly ragged appearance. Other than his hair, which the car ride had mussed, he still looked as immaculate as when he stepped out of the hotel room.

“You’re bleeding,” he said.

Civilian didn’t notice and didn’t care. She had other, more pressing, concerns.

“What’s going on?” Her voice, so strong-willed in her head, came out shaky and weak. “What’s going to happen to me?”

Instead of answering, he walked to a small overhead compartment and pulled out a first aid kit and a rolled cloth napkin. Then he returned and knelt down on his knees before her. Civilian’s heart stuttered in her chest in both fear and twisted longing.

He pulled the ring out from the napkin and set it on the table. Engraved into the gold was the crest of the Hidden City’s flag, unchanged for the last one hundred years. Her eyes fixated on it, a puzzle piece she couldn’t make fit.

Meanwhile, the Prime Minister opened the bottle of water and wet the cloth. He raised it to the side of her head and gently wiped away the blood that had dripped down her cheek. For the first time she noticed the small spot of blood on his shirt collar, from her lip.

A kiss.

“Sir?” she dared ask again.

He dabbed more water onto the cloth, ruined now by smears of red. “We are going to the Hidden City. As for what happens to you there . . .that depends on you. The more cooperative you are, the less likely it is that I will have to hurt you.”

Once again, the clashing dichotomy of such a sweetly familiar face saying such terrifying words makes her head swim. The Prime Minister used to rescue spiders and stink bugs from hotel rooms rather than kill them. Now he threatens violence as easy as breathing.

“Who are you?” she demanded, throat tightening with unshed tears.

“That’s the King of the Hollow City,” came the driver’s voice, stepping out of the cockpit.

tagging: @rivalriotrenegade

Part 3

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cardierreh15 · 1 year ago

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Traffic Stop

Lovely @deandoesthingstome gave me the permission to bring her thoughts to life! Just a little bit of my dazzle dazzle

Warnings 18+: Cursing , Black Mailing , Abuse of Power , Flirting , Smut - Unprotected Car Sex (wrap it the fuck up) , Begging , Female!Dom , Male!Sub , Mommy Kink , Choking .

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x SGT Marissa Calloway(black!female)

Description: Mr. Cavill speeds through traffic, and SGT Calloway pulls him over to reprimand him.

Side note: Body Cams don’t exist rn 💀

Word Count: 3.0K

Tagging: @nofoolywang , @headcannonxgalore

One Shot

23:43

Just a few more minutes and her shift was over. It’s been a calm night. She hated those. Nothing to pass the time over with her doing all this paperwork. She sometimes questioned her career choice.

Even though she knew what she was getting herself into, she couldn’t help but to feel regret. Cops weren’t liked especially in this time of the century. She had to tiptoe over broken glass with bare feet with the life she lived. Even her being out of her uniform, choices have to be thought through and logical.

Marissa was sitting secluded from traffic with her lights off when her speedometer tracker went off. ‘83 mph in a 35 zone?! Pssssh, what a nut case.’ She closed her laptop, clicked in her seatbelt and turned on her siren and lights.

It took her a minute to catch up with him, she had the slightest reason that they were going to try to take off, but they pulled over to the side.

Stepping out of her vehicle, she used her hands to do a routine check over her body to make sure she had everything she needed. Her left hand rested on her holster as she touched his back tail light with her finger tips.

Once she made it to the driver’s window, she was met with a familiar face. But she didn’t fold, she still had a job to do.

‘License and Registration please?’ Her voice was baritone, firm and stern.

He looked up at her with a twinkle in his deep blue orbs. A smile cracked on his lips before his eyes dropped from her pretty face to her chest, and her waist. ‘Damn, I’m lucky. Got myself a lady cop. How ya’ doin’ miss?’

‘Fine,’ her country accent slightly settling in with the word, she repeated, ‘License and Registration please.’

‘Hmph, yes ma’am!’ He smirked as he reached over and pulled his registration out of the glove compartment and then pulled his license out of his wallet.

Once he handed the paperwork over, she took a second to look down at his license. Hmph, it was him. District attorney, Henry Cavill.

Marissa was always fond of him, she admired his work and now that she had him in her grasp, she was not gonna let him slip away. Not with just a ticket no.

‘Alright, Mr. Cavill, hold tight. I will be right back.’ She shot him a half wink.

His eyes dropped from her face to her breast where her badge rested. Engraved in the pretty silver star, was her badge Number and her name: M. Calloway. He’d be sure to remember that. ‘Yes ma’am.’ He nodded, sticking his head out of the window to catch her walking away.

She was silhouetted by her Charger’s bright LED lights, emphasizing her curves and her tools and trinkets. ‘Damn.’ He mumbled before he bit into his bottom lip. He really did feel lucky.

Marissa sat down in her squad car with a smirk curled on her lips. Boy, the way those fuckers at the station were going to be kissing her feet after this one. How does one catch the damn district attorney out right breaking the law like this? Should she call it luck?

She started inputting his information in his file and rang her partner.

‘Yooo. What’s goin’ on Calloway?’

‘Listen, you won’t believe this shit Luis.’ She tried to keep her excitement under control.

‘Whatcha got?’

‘I just pulled over Henry Cavill.’

There was a pause on the other side of the receiver before Luis spoke up, ‘What? Wait, what do you mean?!’

A chuckle finally left her lips, ‘I mean I just pulled over the fucking district attorney! Did you not hear me the first time?!’

‘Holy shit!’ Luis laughed in disbelief, ‘How in the hell did you pull that off?! What was he doin’?!’

‘He was going 48 miles over the speed limit. It appears this is his 2nd offense. He was let off with a warning the last time but, I think I may teach him a lesson.’

And she had the perfect punishment in mind.

‘Damn. Sucks to suck. You need me to roll on by? I could watch your back.’

‘My back don’t need watching. I’m cool.’ She chuckled, ‘I’ll give you a shout once this is over with.’

Once they hung up the phone, she thought for a minute as she finished the final touches to the report. She left his belongings on the keyboard and stepped out her vehicle once again.

She did her routine touch on the back of his tail light and walked up to his window. ‘Mr. Cavill, do you know why I pulled you over this evening?’

Henry looked up at her for a moment as if he were trying to register her question in his brain, ‘I have an idea… but could you tell me, in case I’m wrong?’

Marissa placed her hand on her hip as her other hand rested on her gun handle. It was a habit of hers. She wouldn’t dare pull a gun out on her future boo thing. ‘You were going almost 50 over the speed limit.’

He sighed softly, his head falling forward as he chuckled in disbelief, ‘Jeez. I’m so sorry. That’s— that’s not like me. I just had a long day at the office, I’m working on this huge case and—‘

Marissa stared at him with eyes as dead as autumn leaves. Though on the inside, she felt for him. She wanted to wrap him up in a hug and say sorry and let him go. But her plans were just too sinister for that.

‘I’m sorry… could you just…’ he looked to the side, ‘Not write me the ticket?’

Her eyebrows tugged into one, ‘Listen, Mr. Cavill. I don’t know what kind of cops you’re used to but I’m not letting you off that easy. You could’ve seriously hurt someone and yourself! Or worse!’

He snapped his head over at her, blinking hard; not believing what he was hearing, ‘What?! What if— if I can give you money? I can give you money!’

There he was again… trying to bribe a police officer. Another crime.

Marissa’s eyes grew in shock, ‘Are you bribing me, Mr. Cavill?!’

Once he’d realized what he done, his mouth fell slightly and for a moment his eyes glazed over with fear, ‘wh—no! No, no— you’ve got it wrong! I—‘

‘Step out of the vehicle please!’ She demanded

‘You’re serious?’ He asked in disappointment.

‘As a heart attack. Get out of the car please.’

Henry grumbled and rolled his eyes as he clicked his seatbelt off and pushed it to the side. He pulled the handle gently and stepped out of the Jeep Gladiator.

He was much taller than she was, towering over her like a monument of muscle. He wore a cotton long sleeved shirt, dark denim jeans and black boots. Fuck. She couldn’t help but think to herself. He may be too much of a man for her to handle. But she wasn’t a quitter and her momma didn’t raise a bitch.

‘Turn around. Hands against the vehicle please.’

‘Yes ma’am.’ Henry let out an annoyed sigh as he placed his large hands on the roof of the vehicle. ‘What are ya’ gonna do? Frisk me?’ he scoffed at his little remark. He was hoping she’d do that and more.

Smirking at the joke, she placed her small hands around him and began to fill him out. Touching and squeezing on his soft pecks. ‘Don’t got anything that could stab or prick me, do ya?’ She asked as she continued to make her hands down his godly body.

‘No ma’am.’ his body tensed when she gave his thigh a firm squeeze, causing a tingling sensation in his groin to spark.

She raised a brow before standing up straight once again, ‘Well this isn’t exactly “District Attorney Office” attire. Where were you coming from again?’

‘The office! I got changed there. You know how it is being coped up in suits all day. I changed out of my suit before I left! It’s in the back seat.’

‘Mmhmm.’ She sounded a little bit skeptical. Anything to make him bend, she wanted him to feel inferior. Weak.

‘Alright, hands behind your back.’

‘What?! Are you arresting me?!’

Marissa let out a sigh as she rolled her eyes, ‘No, I’m not arresting you… yet. But you and I are going to have a little chat in my car. After this perhaps you could learn your lesson.’ She then clipped the metal handcuffs on his wrists and she grabbed his arm. The pair began on their short journey to the Charger.

‘You don’t have to do this! I think I’ve learned my lesson.’

‘I don’t think you have.’ She pulled open the back door and jerked her head over, ‘In with ya.’

With another roll of his eyes, he ducked his head down and sat in the vehicle.

‘Alright.’ she said as she began to undo her utility belt that held all of her weaponry and tools, ‘Let’s start our conversation.’

Henry glared up at her with confusion as she dropped her belongings on the front seat and turned off her radio. ‘What are you doing?’

A devious smirk curled on her lips as she began to undo her top, ‘You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this Mr. Cavill.’

‘And what exactly are you doing?’ he swallowed his spit as he watched her now push her uniform top off of her shoulders and toss it next to him. She was now standing in a white wife beater and her bottoms. Her hardened nipples pierced through her sports bra and revealed themselves through her white shirt.

‘That’s for me to know and you to find out.’ She said in a salacious tone.

Henry swallowed a large gulp as she began to undo her bottoms and crawled on top of his lap. ‘I’m assuming this is the conversation you wanted to have with me?’

‘Shhh… listen, you’re going to pay for your crimes tonight. You can either take this slap on the wrist,’ she grinded her middle part against his growing erection, ‘Or you can just say goodbye to your career… this is after all your second offense… and you’ll just become a liability. Your call Mr. District Attorney.’

He bit into his bottom lip as he peered up into her brown eyes that just reflected in the most lascivious of things. ‘Well if it means I get to feel you. Then count me in.’

A smirk curled on her lips, ‘Good boy. I will be referred to as ‘Mommy’ and right now mommy wants you to sit here and look pretty? Am I understood?’ Marissa crooned as she grabbed his chiseled jaw in her fingers and gave him a light squeeze.

Now, Henry was so hard he thought he would split rocks at this point. He loved when a woman was in tune with her body, knew what she wanted and knew how to get it. And Marissa was his ideal woman. ‘Yes ma’am. Anything for you.’

‘Good.’ she grinned as she leaned down and pressed her full lips against his. His lips were so warm and welcoming. They embraced hers like arms to a hug when his tongue slipped between her teeth, she found herself reaching between the both of them to undo his pants.

Once she broke the kiss, Henry looked up at her as she pulled her wife beater and then her sports bra over her head. Revealing her large perky sets of tits. ‘Mmm.’ he hummed as he grinded his hips upwards to ease that pain in his pants. He just wanted to wrap his lips around those sweet chocolate kisses for nipples. He was just dying to touch her. ‘Please! Officer–’

‘Mommy…’ she warned as she gently lifted her hips and pushed her pants off of her hips and then down to her ankles.

‘Mommy, could you please take these cuffs off. I wanna feel you.’ He was practically whining but he was desperate! He needed to touch her.

Marissa finally pulled his veiny, massive member out of his pants, practically drooling when she saw the sight. She felt like she hit a goldmine. ‘No touchy… Bad boys don’t get to touch. Maybe next time.’ She laughed out sinisterly as she positioned her body over his uncut member.

‘Aw man.’ he whined out.

She then slowly descended her hips down on his member, feeling him stretch and push past her. ‘Aah.’

Henry looked down between the both of them as she engulfed him with her goodness. His thighs twitched at the familiar yet, foreign feeling of her. She was so tight. So wet for him. Made just for him. ‘Uhhhh yes.’ He groaned out.

‘Damn,’ she shuddered out, feeling a sweet warmth of numbness travel down her spine, ‘You are a big boy aren’t you.’

‘Ooh yes. Fuck, mommy you’re so tight.’

She settled at the hilt of him, giving her walls time to adjust to his enormous size. Then, she lifted her hips slowly and dropped them down again, earning a louder groan from Henry. Marissa did that a few more times before she began to pick up her pace and bounce her hips on him.

Clap, clap, clap! Their bodies crashed into one another in a beautiful song. Henry’s eyebrows pulled into one as he watched her perfect breasts bounce with her movements. ‘Ooh shit. That’s it baby. More.’ He demanded.

Marissa moaned out as she began to mix her bouncing with grinding, ‘Aah! Fuck! Is that what you want babe? You want mo–’ and before she could finish, Henry adjusted his hips and began to thrust upwards. It stunted her for a second, causing a moan to be hitched in her throat. ‘Ooh! Fuck, that’s good baby. Uh huh!’ She began to drop her hips down to meet his thrusts, creating a new form of friction she hadn’t known before.

Her mouth hung open as she continued on with her rhythmic bounce. Henry’s hips had come to a stop and once again he was in a world full of ecstasy. ‘God-dammit, please don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.’ he begged as a bright shade of pink rose from the base of his neck to his jaws, and the rest of his face. He felt his balls squeeze as he felt so close to an orgasm. ‘Aah.’

She could feel him throbbing inside of her. Her tight walls stretching with each throb, she knew he was close. ‘Aht’ she slammed her hips down upon his, ‘Don’t you fucking dare! This is a punishment for you!’

‘Ugh! Grr, fuck!’ He growled out, ‘Yes! Yes ma’am.’

‘You come when I tell you,’ She reached forward and wrapped her small hands around his neck, ‘Do you understand?’

‘Y-yes mommy.’ He croaked out.

She began to lift her hips and dropped them in a slow, tantalizing rhythm. He lifted his hazy head once again to watch her engulf him over and over again. He was coated in a pretty white orgasm ring at the base of his dick. It pleased him to know that she could use him like this and make her feel good in the process.

She kept her hold around his neck as she slowly began to pick up the pace when she felt a special spark within her core. ‘Ooh,’ her breathing hitched as her grip around his neck began to tighten, ‘Aah! Fuck, I’m about to cum. Fuck,’ her breathing became sharp and short as her body tried to brace her for the impact. And to her surprise, Henry began to thrust his hips upward again but this time much faster than before. ‘UGH! AAH!’ she exclaimed as her hips became locked in place allowing him to just take over just for a moment.

‘Come! Please, please mommy. Come for me?’ He growled out, begging her for her release.

Her body tensed up when his words met her ears. She was instantly met with a shockwave in her core, a beautiful erotic twist in her womb, ‘AAAAHHH! FUCK MEEE!’ she sobbed out but Henry just kept thrusting, fucking her right through her orgasm. Her eyes brimmed with tears as he had seem to fuck her into another orgasm that caused her to fold, ‘You can come baby! You can come baby!’ she whined out as he continued to thrust upward.

Just the words he wanted to hear, he watched as she began to slowly grind her hips downward as he thrusted upward. ‘Ooh shit. I’m gonna… I'm gonna nut. Fuuuu-’ his cursing broke off when he was finally met with his own orgasm, spilling inside of her and filling her all the way up. His thick veins throbbed in his neck and forehead. Telltale signs that he emptied his tank and gave her all he could offer her. Letting out a shudder of disbelief and amazement, his head fell back against the seat once again as he tried to regain the air in his lungs. It was easier to breathe before.

And he never came like that either.

Letting out a sweet and satisfied sigh, she could down to him, ‘That’s momma’s good boy.’ Then, she carefully lifted her hips and began to get herself together.

Once she was finished getting ready and she had helped piece him back together, she uncuffed him and looked up at him as he rubbed his wrists. Marissa smiled up at him and folded her arms across her chest, ‘So, what did we learn?’

Henry smirked and looked to the side, ‘Not to do 50 over the speed limit. Also, not to bribe a … fine ass cop.’

Marissa smirked and nodded, ‘Hmm, seems like you’ve learned your lesson… here,’ She reached inside of her vehicle and grabbed his license and registration papers off of the keyboard of the laptop. ‘I expect you to behave now. You aint hard to get to.’ She shot him a wink as he carefully took the documents from her.

‘Yes ma’am…’ he looked down at her badge one more time, ‘Ms. Calloway.’ He'd be sure to find out more about this fascinating woman. He had to.

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honeypiehotchner · 1 year ago

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Devil's Backbone (Unsub!Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- part thirteen

I guess now is as good a time as any to tell y'all to prepare for the ending of this fic because uhm...yeah 🫣

Warnings: just him being a dick, manipulation, the usual

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Thirteen: I should've known, I'd leave alone -- "No Time To Die" by Billie Eilish

You drove Aaron back to his motel, not that you had any choice in the matter when he held your gun and pointed it right at you.

“Strauss gave you this assignment?” he asked, staring at you even though you had to keep your eyes on the road. “What about Dave?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to lie. “Rossi was there with her when she gave me the task.”

“Shit,” Aaron muttered, looking out the window before looking back at you. “What does he think?”

“That you’re grieving,” you clenched your jaw, remembering how badly you wanted to believe him. How badly you wanted Rossi’s optimism to be right. “That these deaths are coincidences.”

“Good,” Aaron nodded. “Anyone else?”

You bit back a scream. “JJ is confused. No one else knows anything.”

“No one?” he pressed, sounding suspicious.

“No one,” you repeated. “Just me, Rossi, and Strauss. JJ just thinks she misplaced some files, nothing more. But you know the moment--”

“Yes, I know the second you’re back, they’ll begin a search for me,” he said. “Lucky for me, I have a head start.”

You pulled into the motel parking lot without saying anything. Maybe he doesn’t know about the tracker, you thought. Maybe.

“Get out,” he ordered, unlocking the doors. He got out as well and waited for you to obey him.

You shut the car off and stepped out, rounding the hood of the car to face him on the passenger side.

You crossed your arms over your chest. “Give me my gun back.”

“Ah, ah, ah,” he shook his head. “We’re not done talking.”

You rolled your eyes. And that was a big mistake.

In one second, your back is against the passenger door, and he’s gripping your chin, forcing you to look at him. Your eyes went wide, staring into his. They were not the normal, soft brown eyes you knew. These belonged to someone else.

“Are you done?” he asked, leaving zero room for an answer. You barely had time to nod. “You are going to leave me alone. You are going to get the team to leave me alone. Do you understand?”

You nodded.

“Say it,” he hissed, fingers gripping your chin tighter. “What are you going to do?”

“Leave you alone,” you said. “And make the team think it’s someone else.”

“Smart girl,” he smirked. “If I see you again, I might kill you. Do you understand?”

You believed him. You nodded.

“Don’t make me hurt you,” he whispered, and only then did you see his resolve cracking. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He sounded so sincere.

You nodded slowly, tears gathering in your eyes that you blinked away. You refused to let him see you cry. That was your line.

“Good,” he said. “Now, I’m going to give you your gun back. If you try to shoot me, I’ll have no choice.”

But to kill you, you finished for him. You nodded. “Understood.”

He let go of you abruptly, stepping back from you. The action happened so fast that you nearly fell over.

“Here,” he said, holding your gun out by the barrel. He really trusted you to hand it to you the correct way, because that meant you had the perfect opportunity to shoot him. But you didn’t. He knew you wouldn’t.

You took your gun and put it in your holster immediately. No games.

“Go,” he nodded to the car. “I have somewhere to be. Don’t follow me.”

“Not planning on it,” you quipped. You knew better now. You needed back up. The team needed to know. Aaron was no longer the Agent Hotchner, Unit Chief they knew. He was their next unsub.

Aaron ignored your obvious attitude and turned to head to his room. Halfway there, he stopped and turned around.

“What?” you asked.

“You forgot something,” he said, pulling the small tracker out of his pocket. The exact one you placed underneath his car last night.

You watched as he dropped it to the ground, and crushed it with his heel. Fuck.

“Don’t do that again,” he warned. “Orders or not. Leave me alone, Y/N. I mean it.”

“Understood,” you nodded. “Goodbye.”

He stared at you for a moment, then went into his room without another word.

You exhaled, backing up while still looking at his door. You refused to turn your back on him until you were in the car, just in case he changed his mind about shooting you.

The mere thought was enough to give you whiplash.

You didn’t bother buckling yourself in before peeling out of the parking lot, waiting barely half a mile before dialing Rossi. It rang only once.

“What happened?” Rossi asked frantically. “We lost signal on the tracker. Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” you bit out, pressing on the gas. “I’m headed back to Quantico.”

“Did you speak to Hotch?”

“I did.”

“How is he?” Rossi asked, exasperated. “You’re being too quiet, Y/N, is he there with--”

“He’s not with me, he’s gone,” you snapped. “He’s at the motel where you last had a signal. Get that location to Garcia. Hotch won’t be there for long. He’s probably already left, but I’m not sure.” You paused. “It’s time to bring the team in on this, Dave.”

Rossi was silent. You knew he didn’t want to believe it. You didn’t either, but you had no choice. It was the truth.

“I’ll call Garcia myself if I have to,” you continued. If Dave was in denial, you knew you would have to handle it on your own. And you would. “He’s gone, Rossi. I spoke to him, but it wasn’t him. He’s gone. He’s murdering old unsubs. He all but admitted to Holman and Edwards, and told me there are more. We need to--”

“Alright,” Rossi finally spoke. “Get back here as soon as you can.”

“Yep,” you replied, ending the call. And you screamed. Loud, guttural.

The Aaron you knew was gone forever. He had been for a long time. It was time you accepted that fully. It was time you did your job.

+++

Aaron waited by the window of his motel room for ten minutes. Fifteen. Twenty. He thought for sure you’d call the cops on him, or that you had backup somewhere down the street. He couldn’t imagine Strauss sending you after him without backup, but she did. Foolish.

After deciding he was clear, Aaron grabbed his bag and left. He didn’t bother getting his cash back for the room.

He checked his car once more for any devices, finding none. But he knew what he had to do.

With the parking lot already a barren wasteland, it was easy to swap license plates with a car on the far end. It was the same color, nowhere near the same make or model. But it would work just fine.

He sped away, in the opposite direction from you.

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missluthorwillseeyounow · 3 days ago

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👉👈 soooo.... sharing my OCs. please be nice?

The Trio

Rado/Radomil AKA Radomillia: a cinnamon roll; childhood friends with Merisalia — she was bullied as a child by her family and peers, and Salia was the only one who defended her and made her feel seen. When Salia becomes a living goddess to the Faithful then goes missing, Rado hires Miras, an expert hunter and tracker, to look for her.

Salia AKA Merisalia AKA The Goddess: a tough one to crack; childhood friends with Rado — she earned Rado’s loyalty by being her defender as a child. Also the first person to call her Radomil. Became a living goddess according to the tradition of f the Faithful (then later “the mother of life”), and was prohibited from contact with Rado, because she was isolated from commoners. She was never able to tell Rado about her developing feelings because the Goddess is not permitted to love or be known by anyone other than her counterpart, the Father of Life. She also discovered how hypocritical and corrupt their religion is when she became the Goddess at thirteen, and this is part of the reason why she went missing when she got pregnant. She wants to tell Rado about all the lies, but Rado is a devout believer and is brainwashed like the rest of them. Disillusioned and a little bitter, this dramatic bitch's theme song is You Must Love Me (out of context of Evita the musical, mostly bc of the lyrics).

Miras AKA Esmiras: one of the Heretics, which is what they call people who grow up outside of the religion. Abandoned by her mother, she was raised by her father for the first five years of her life, until he died from one of the raids instigated by the Faithful to either convert or wipe out the Heretics. Then she grew up mostly by herself, moving place to place, with some help from the well-meaning Heretic communities she encounters. Because of her nomadic lifestyle, no one knows the land more than Miras does, which is why Rado hires her to help find Salia. A tough cookie. Insists she doesn’t care, actually cares the most. Loads of mommy issues (which Salia exploits then, uh, helps with the more they get to know each other). Just wants to be loved.

BONUS (if you’ve made it this far): spicy little snippet below the cut.

RADO

I lift the tent flap to check on Salia and the baby, but the sight inside stops me in my tracks.

Even in the dim light, pale skin glows as if haloed by fire. One sleeve has slipped down over a [pale] shoulder, and shadows from the lantern play on elegant curves, molding themselves to rounded flesh. My mouth waters like a slavering beast, and I swallow my shameful hunger.

The infant’s head is nestled on Salia's breast, shielding her from my inappropriate line of sight. He is asleep now, and I force myself to turn away, my duty done.

But Salia's low murmur keeps me rooted to my spot. “Wait.”

Reflexively, I look back at her as she puts the baby down on the small, makeshift cradle. My mouth drops as Salia straightens and turns toward me, letting her dress fall open further. I want to look away, but my own eyes are out of my command: instead, they trace the soft, heavy rounded weight of Salia's breast and enviously rove over the slightly reddened skin of a pink nipple from where the child had supped.

I wet my lips instinctively, jealously wanting to soothe the inflamed skin, to lap at the beads of moisture pooling beneath, and the jewel hues of Salia's eyes disappear, swallowed by the gold of her pupils.

A lone finger swipes at the moisture on her breast and I feel as if I am in a trance as I watch Salia hold out her hand to me. Her finger is stained with her milk.

“He is asleep, and I am still full with milk. Will you suckle from me?”

My breath stops and I am frozen in place. It is as if something has [exploded] within me. The only movement I feel is the pounding between my legs.

“Radomil?” Salia whispers, her voice low and thick, an echo of her voice in my darkest fantasies.

My feet are first to move of their own accord, unable to deny her anything. Then my hand, the traitor, accepts her offered finger and brings it to my mouth. I close my eyes and taste the sweet flavor of her.

And just like that, the battle is over. Nothing in the world has made more sense than this.

I surge forward, letting go of Salia's hand in favor of cupping her breast. I obey her and myself, and let my lips close over the pink nipple, drinking as deeply as I can.

“Yes!” Salia breathes above me, a gasp I have longed my whole life to hear. Her fingers thread into my hair, pulling me closer. “Yes, drink, my love. It is for you.”

I obey dutifully, sucking and laving with my tongue, mapping out the flesh that I have longed my whole life to touch and taste. I can hear Salia's moans, can feel her chest rising to meet my mouth, can feel her hands fisting in my hair and pulling. It sends me into a near delirium.

My hand finds her other breast weeping enviously and I soothe it with one palm, making Salia moan louder. Her milk stains my hand, and my mouth leaves her breast long enough to lick the liquid off my palm.

Our eyes meet over my hand, and I see the naked hunger glowing in Salia's eyes. In one smooth motion, she rips my hand from my mouth and surges up to replace it with her lips and tongue.

Vaguely, as our tongues tangle together, I realize that this is our first kiss. The thing I have wanted since I was a child, watching my best and only friend grow into her power and become a goddess.

I grip her tightly, wanting to savor the moment, but then I hear the baby stir beside us. I pull away unwillingly, turning slightly toward the cradle. Salia shakes her head. “He won't wake.”

The sounds from the cradle stop, and Salia is satisfied, but a stirring of guilt makes me turn toward the flap of the tent, in the direction of Miras's bed, and I stop, hesitating.

“Please…” Salia breathes beneath me, her hips writhing under mine. Still turned toward the tent flap, my last remaining scrap of thought shaped like Miras, I drop my forehead onto Salia’s. My breath is shallow and my clit throbs between my legs. Salia takes advantage. “Please, Radomil… please, I want you inside me. Where you belong.”

Her words force the breath from my lungs, and I forget all else. Salia’s glowing eyes burn into mine as she takes my hand and leads it to the cleft between her legs. Her wet heat bathes my fingers as I draw a line from her clit to her entrance. I hear her moan my name, and I exhale shakily.

She’s right, and we both know it. This is where I belong — where I have always belonged, because I have always been hers.

But as our eyes meet and I enter her, it dawns on me that perhaps the reverse is also true.

This is where I belong, because she is mine.

MIRAS

I can hear them in the stillness of the night.

The sound of their breathing so close it feels as if I am in the tent with them. My legs shift restlessly under the blanket even as I try to keep them closed. A low throaty moan that cannot be anyone but Merisalia as I hear fabric shift, and I grit my teeth. Despite my envy, my dislike for the woman, the sound sends a bolt of arousal straight to my core and I flip over to my side to keep my legs from spreading.

Then finally, her.

“Salia…”

This voice is unlike any I've heard from Radomil before. Raw and yet velvet at the same time, like leather rasping across my skin, it makes my spine tingle and my cunt clench. Rado has never spoken to me like this. This is for Merisalia alone.

I turn my head into the cloak I'd been using as a pillow, as if it could hide the envy that must be plain on my face. I pretend, as I always do nowadays, that my heart isn't caught in this woman’s vice grip.

Across the camp, I can hear the groans coming from Rado's lips, and I pretend I'm not imagining her groaning into my own skin. My cunt is wet and aching and empty. I hear Merisalia cry out, loud and wild. I can almost see that perfect face contorted in pleasure, and I can't bear it anymore.

I flip over onto my stomach, and my hand finds its way between my legs, trying to soothe the building ache there. I lift my hips to give my fingers access, and if I don't think about it, it could almost be Rado aligning my hips to hers. The thought has my fingers dancing on my clit before I can even push it away. Thankfully, the cloak swallows my own moans.

The sounds from the other tent become louder and more heated. I can hear Rado's whispers, too low for me to understand the words, but the quiet, firm command in her voice is enough to break anyone’s willpower. I slip my fingers inside myself and pretend.

That my fingers are not my own.

That the low murmur from the other tent is for me.

That my hips are grinding on a strong thigh rather than my own arm.

That I was the one desired, chosen. That I was the one who had known Rado before she was Radomil, when she was still a young Radomillia — surrounded by family, but lonely and alone, like me.

That I was the one who held Rado’s devotion all these years. Such deep and powerful devotion that she would cross oceans to find me.

I hear Rado’s voice break over a whine, and I shudder. Merisalia’s rising moans spur me on, my fingers burying themselves deep within me. And when she comes, Rado’s name a cry of pleasure wrung from her lips, I come with her and echo the same scream into my cloak so neither of them can hear.

#look I had to make this #no. 1 because I need to clear my brains’ hard drive #and also because this is literally the only thing that has been keeping me sane through this week.#so. you all get to suffer this on your dash #me trying to art #me trying to write #tell me what you think!

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artdivadej · 9 months ago

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Survivors Remorse (XVIII)

Part One | Part 11+

When Peeta first cracked his eyes, he couldn't help the small moan of pain that left his lips, his ribs were on fire. He knew without a doubt that they were definitely bruised. As his vision focused, he took in his surroundings, realizing that he was on a hovercraft surrounded by empty beds.

Where were you?

Peeta whispered your name lowly, trying to find you without alerting the Peacekeepers that would undoubtedly be outside the doors to this makeshift hospital room. There was a low murmuring going on, just beyond the door, and it made him realize that there was no one standing in front of it.

Peeta grabbed a scalpel, slipping it in beneath his suit at the wrist. Taking the needle from his arm and wrapping the cord around his wrist, in case he needed to strangle anyone standing between him and you. As he crept closer to the door, he recognized one of the deep and irritated low tones to be Haymitch just beyond it.

"We have to wait to tell him. There's just too much for him to take in right now. It could break him" "Or give him reserves he didn't know he had", a familiar but unknown voice chimed in. "That boy is still a child!" "Who has lived through more, than any adult he's ever met, will ever have to. He can do this" "You don't know him the way Haymitch does. He's gotten closer to those two in the last year than anyone else will ever be able to. He knows them, practically raised them over these last two years", Finnick's low, exhausted voice chimed in.

What were Finnick and Haymitch doing on the hovercraft? Were they talking about him? Peeta slowly pushed open the door, his eyes immediately landing on Finnick standing opposite him, a hologram of schematics displayed on the table between them. Finnick was wearing an opened, deep blue cotton button-up, bandages and bindings wrapped around most of his upper body. His left forearm was wrapped identically to the bandaged around Peeta's left arm, Finnick's left hand was gripping the table so hard that his knuckles were white.

"Welcome back", Haymitch sighs running a hand through his weirdly clean hair. "Where is she?", Peeta rumbles so lowly, it's barely heard by the other men in the room. "She blew the forcefield and was knocked the complete opposite direction of the extraction. You and Finnick had been fortunately blown right on top of one another, so we managed to get you both at the same time. Unfortunately, she and Johanna were in the opposite direction" the man Peeta recognized as the Head Gamer Maker Plutarch, explained as if he was discussing what day of the week it was.

Peeta was beginning to see red, as he fought back the nightmares that had plagued him since the first games, attempting to make their way to his waking world. "Where. Is. She?" , he hissed one more time, his finger letting the scalpel slip into his hand, edging dangerously closer towards him.

He would gut him like a fish if you weren't already waiting for him at whatever safe house they were bringing him to.

"We got you and Finnick's trackers out. They still have theirs in. We were almost blown out of the sky trying to get them too", Plutarch keeps explaining, not seeming to understand the level of danger he was in. "Peeta" Finnick called lowly, seeing the warning signs of a violent outburst. "They're in the Capitol"

Peeta lunged for Haymitch before Plutarch could finish his sentence, hands locking around his throat, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"You fucking liar! You swore to me! You fucking swore you would save her!", he roared, as Finnick and Plutarch finally managed to ply his hands away from Haymitch's neck, three of his nails marring his cheek when he attempted to lunge back, but Finnick's full nelson restrained him from doing more damage. "I tried Peeta!" "You were supposed to choose her! You were supposed to save her, not me!" Peeta wailed, his knees giving way, as Finnick slipped a sedative in the side of his neck. "I've got you Peeta. I've got you" "You promised" Peeta moaned weakly, his vision fading as grief consumed him.

He was filled with absolute terror. The nightmares that he could always keep out of his waking world were becoming his reality.

Snow would kill you.

Peeta would never get to hold you ever again.

-Excerpt from Survivor's Remorse Ch.18 now up on Wattpad Maddink0318

#i love peeta #peeta smut #peeta mellark #peeta mellark smut #peeta mellark x reader #peeta my beloved #peeta x reader #thg peeta #the hunger games peeta #survivors remorse #hunger games fanfiction

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punnifullife · 2 months ago

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Did Nightwing already know that Starfire was back in the future episode? Like he was already watching her around town but didn't show up before because he didn't want to get in her way?

OOOOO *cracks knuckles* this is a fun open-ended question, anon. I'm sorry this is long winded sdfsdf

So, all that we know is what Cyborg said: "We lost touch a long time ago"

It's been 20 years, so who knows how much time there was between starfire disappearing and the split up of the team. I'm sure it was Robin who left first that caused the wedge though. Cy is still at the tower (not completely willingly ofc), rae and bb have both shown in this episode and other episodes how much they NEED this team/family to survive.

I'd like to think he left first. I think he left jump city entirely and either went back to Gotham, ended up in Bludhaven or a secret third thing. Star leaving clearly impacted all of them and I know Nightwing LOOKS the most put together. But, I don't think it's a coincidence that his version of a "batcave" is inspired by Bruce AND, more importantly, Slade's:

So, I like to think that in this version, he's pushed himself past the point of no return. He's pushed himself away from batman/Gotham. He lost one of the closest people he cared about, and then decides to push away his found family. He's become what Bruce always feared: Another version of himself who's so hyperfixated on vigilantism that nothing else matters.

But, if he's any more like Bruce, I think Nightwing always has a backup plan.

So, he still monitors Jump City. Sets up another base (It was once his city, after all). His friends are still there, so good to check on them from afar. And...maybe...just maybe....keep it around in case anything comes up on the radar about a red-headed alien and crazy clock man from the future.

So when, after 20 years, finally there's a sign. I, personally, interpret it as he's returning to Jump City (yeah, I know he's got that base in the episode. but if he was around, why the hell is jump city abandoned/desolate?? if the team disbanded and couldn't fight crime, then it makes sense. And cy seems to have no idea where he's at. Wouldn't he know if he's still in jump city if NW was fighting crime there??)

and don't get me started on the possible implications of Starfire's return = return of Nightwing's emotional state. Dude kept his tracker just in case. and HE'S the one that was hopeful about getting Starfire back:

"So it's impossible. Good. If memory serves, we've done the impossible before"

This dude was probably doing backflips in his head when he saw her lmaao

#punni talks #tldr #lmao i rambled too hard there my b guys

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valdiis · 7 months ago

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Character Traits: Daephrin Astramente

— B A S I C S

Name: Daephrin Rosamar Astramente Nicknames: Dae, Lark, Samar, 'hey asshole!' Age: Somewhere around 32 Nameday: 15th sun of the 3rd Umbral Moon Race: Ishgardian Elezen Gender: Cisgender male Orientation: Bisexual and yes, please Profession: Sky pirate, treasure hunter, leather-worker, professional scoundrel

— P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

Hair: Warm black and windswept; straighter when it's very short or very long, wavy when it's a little shaggy. Eyes: Vivid emerald. Skin: Sun-tanned and lightly freckled. Tattoos/scars: No tattoos, a fading burn scar on his upper shoulders.

— F A M I L Y

Parents: Lucarian Astramente and Ilystra Rochenoire. Lucarian was a Temple Knight and Ilystra a noblewoman. When Lucarian married her, the official name of the noble house changed to his surname instead of hers. House Rochenoire was known for producing profound intellects and the Astramente line a knack for navigation. Ilystra died of pneumonia and several months later, Lucarian dropped dead of a heart attack. They say that couples in love rarely survive one another. Siblings: His older brother, Sarin, was a lancer and died in the Dragonsong War. His younger brother, Onaerion, is currently the head of House Astramente. Grandparents: Daephrin never knew them, but the Rochenoires were stiff, devout Ishgardians who had fallen on hard times and were very pleased to marry their daughter off to a relatively wealthy Temple Knight. The Astramente family was proud to count a Knight among their sons; they were mostly traders and trackers, barely a step above scoundrels but for their wealth. Wealth hides a multitude of sins. In-laws and Other: Though he is formally dating one man and unofficially entangled with another, Dae doesn't have any in-laws at this point. He has an Astramente uncle he's never met, but his mother was an only child. Pets: While he would like to have live pets one day, he fears he can't care for them at this time with his lifestyle. Instead, he has Sniffer, Spotter, and Sparrow - mammets made for him by his lover, Jaxon. Sniffer is a delightful little cat-dog mammet that sniffs out treasure. Spotter is a spider-like trap finder. And Sparrow is a bird-shaped recording device.

— S K I L L S

Abilities: Daephrin is quite a decent leather-worker, though he makes no fuss over it. More of a fuss is made over the fact that he's a crack shot with any ranged weapon of any kind (a manifestation of the Echo), including thrown knives. Just don't hand him a lance; he'll put someone's eye out. He knows Allagan programming language and technological construction. He can play piano pretty well. Hobbies: Aforementioned leather-work and Allagan treasure hunting. Airship maintenance for fun and profit.

— T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Dae is charming nearly to a fault. He can convince snakes to dance on their tails and Monetarists to part with their gil. He's got the perfect mix of a kind air, a clever mouth, and a fast mind; it makes him easy to trust, even when you probably shouldn't. Most Negative Trait: He is horribly, terribly self-centered. He struggles to put himself in other people's shoes or to think outside himself. He's working on it, but he's still pretty selfish.

— L I K E S

Colours: Black, gold, green. Smells: Well-oiled leather, bay rum, sun-warmed wood, his lovers' colognes (Jaxon and M'rath smell different, but equally amazing), fresh citrus. Textures: Silk, leather, black cat's fur, lacquered wood. Drinks: Whiskey, tea, hot chocolate, coffee, the occasional orange juice.

— O T H E R D E T A I L S

Smokes: Not anymore. Drinks: Sometimes. Drugs: Once in a great while, though he did more when he was younger. Mount Insurance: Uh... No? His usual mount is a motorbike, as he has not the facilities to care for an animal. (In practice, he rides a kamuy because I love them, but he wouldn't know what a kamuy is.) Been Arrested: He has so far escaped the law, but his luck may one day run out.

#ask meme #Daephrin Astramente

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anystalker707 · 1 year ago

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On the same side (2/2)

Pairing: Party Poison x [gender neutral] Reader Word count: ~ 1 200 Genre: Comfort Summary: Who knew Party Poison themself would fall in love with a former Scarecrow?

Requested by @j-restlessgeek

MASTERLIST

part one

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"I need you to do something," you told Kobra, removing your jacket.

"Twenty dollars."

You blinked and observed him for a solid moment before scoffing. "Fuck off, it's not that! Look..." You turned around, running a finger through a small bump on the back of your neck. Perhaps Kobra could take care of it—you'd seen him remove the glass shards from Ghoul's arm once and sew the cuts up, so he did have some knowledge. "There's a chip. A tracking chip."

"Why didn't you tell us about that before, you dumbass! You could've got us caught!" Kobra hit you upside the head before he ran off, still complaining, ignoring how you cursed him.

The diner was something you struggled a little to get used to. There were small animals sometimes—rats, spiders, or scorpions—that would occasionally make you rethink all of the choices that led to you agreeing on being part of that damned killjoy group. Still, it was either that or dying. Maybe even worse than death. Being condemned to being a droid with ghost memories of what you once were didn’t sound appealing.

Sand was everywhere in the diner despite how you would often see Ghoul walking around with a broom and sometimes obsessively cleaning stuff. Sometimes he would crack a proud grin even if the stuff were far from being actually clean.

Despite everything, this air of happiness always lingered among the group. Curious. Now, you were there to help with the technology they didn’t have a grasp of and spilling everything you could to affect that damn Industry. Maybe the killjoys could take it down and you could finally take the place of that damn director. Or just get her off there—that would work as well.

To be honest, that hurt. More than usual. Sometimes you'd go under the knife for BLI experiments since you were a Scarecrow, after all, but maybe those daily meds you took weren't just vitamins that controlled your brain. Perhaps, they numbed you a little.

On capturing you, the Fabulous Four also did the great achievement of getting your car as well. Thank fuck for Jet and his two brain cells—more than the other three would have together. Still, they were once again almost killing you for not having warned about the extra, hidden trackers in the car.

However, there was a great achievement. You could turn off the tracking and make the BLI technology work neutrally, unlike any other killjoy had been able to do. Tracking enemies would suddenly become so much easier.

"You're telling me there's some sort of pattern?" Poison asked, clearly confused. They leaned forward on the seat, adjusting the sunglasses on their nose.

Both of you were sitting inside your car, which was parked near some boulder down Zone Two while watching some Scarecrows that were probably just scanning the area after noticing some sort of disturbance. Your car looked way better in something other than white, so easier to hide in the desert despite how colorful it was. White stood out too much, even more under the sun's bright light.

"They're not sending random Scarecrows to deal with every killjoy," you explained with a sigh. "For example, I was usually assigned to dealing with you guys and Super V's, something like that. It's because I generally knew how to do it, y'know? There were some tactics I had memorized. Since it's..." You leaned forward, narrowing your eyes as you observed the two pass by. You knew those tires. "It's probably Debbie... She usually deals with controlling small stuff around Zones One and Two since she can disperse them well."

"If we lure one Scarecrow, making them think it's just one small issue and then change the situation..."

"It's hard to manage, but you may have a chance." You completed, gripping a little onto the steering wheel as you lifted your sunglasses and leaned back against the seat.

Poison clicked their tongue, leaning back as well and letting out a breath in a huff. The Scarecrow squad was far away already.

"We can manage something better regarding this once Cherri prepares his radio stuff," you sighed, looking at the radio on the panel. "Whatever." You turned the car on already so you could head back to the Nest or maybe the market in Zone Five to grab something before going back to the diner.

It was silent for a long moment, only the sound of the engine humming under you or the sound of the sand and pebbles smashed under the tires whenever you drove off-road. Party was messing with their gun until getting tired and just holstering it again.

"Do you miss it?"

"Miss what?" You furrowed your eyebrows a little, taking a turn.

"Being a Scarecrow." They looked over by the corner of their eyes.

To be honest, you did miss it, sometimes. All the benefits that came with it. "It's not something worth missing. I know it won’t come back."

Poison hummed softly. "Do you feel lonely? Like, do you miss anyone?"

"We weren't allowed to have any sort of relationship," you sighed, looking around, "not every friendship, so there isn't anyone to miss."

Despite the silence that followed, Poison sounded like they wanted to say something. You kept glancing at them in the hope they wouldn't leave you in constant tension.

Finally, Poison let out a breath. "Is it better to be with us?"

You raised an eyebrow. Was it, really? Handling emotions and working in a team with people who weren't under you and also in a new background... It wasn't easy. You couldn't deny it. Either way, the four were very understanding. Poison was there one of the times you woke up from a nightmare. Surprisingly, they handled it all very well. There were no harsh punishments because of things like laughing too much or enjoying the sunset.

"(K/n)?" Poison called, and you had to reason for a second to remember it was your new name.

"Yes," you replied immediately. They didn’t need any explanation.

The market finally showed up in the distance and you parked the car, sighing softly as you finally let the tension wear off your shoulders, but your breath hitched in your throat when a gloved hand rested upon yours.

"We are here for you," Poison muttered quietly. "It might not be much, but we try to be a family as best as we can. We aren't the best, but we are the best we can be."

You sighed, looking ahead of yourself. The market was agitated, and messy, with more stuff than usual.

"I'm thankful for that." Your eyes were still fixed ahead of yourself, but you turned your hand over to hold Poison’s.

A hum came from Poison with an air of relief. They were silent for a long moment, but then you felt their warm lips on your cheek, lingering until you turned your head and let your lips meet theirs.

"You feel like home," you whispered against their lips. "I don't want to leave."

"You better," Poison whispered in return, pecking your lips again. "You're not just using me, right? Gonna turn me in to BLI when I lower my guard." They teased with a small smirk.

"Not in the way you think," you chuckled and pecked their lips. "Come on. Let's grab something."

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#my chemical romance #gerard way #party poison #x reader #x male reader #x female reader #fan fic #fan fiction #mcr #oneshot #imagine

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